CHAPTER 378: CHAPTER 378: NO ACCEPTANCE OF ANY OPPOSITION

"What are you looking at?" Charles Seymour looked at Sophie Wilson, puzzled. The food was served, but she wasn’t eating properly. What was she looking for?

"The setup is really pretty. Let’s take some pictures!" Sophie Wilson suggested excitedly.

Earlier, she misunderstood and thought she had walked into the wrong room and was immediately proposed to, so she hadn’t had a chance to properly admire it.

Now that she had time, she was absolutely in love with the setup. It was so beautiful, stunning like a fairyland, reviving her girlish heart. She loved this room to bits.

Charles Seymour was silent for a moment and then made a phone call. Shortly afterward, the driver brought over a digital camera.

"I’ll take pictures for you," Charles Seymour said.

"Okay, okay!" Sophie Wilson excitedly went to pose.

This spot looked great, that place was pretty, oh, this spot was very romantic, and that place was even more ethereal.

Sophie Wilson happily moved around the room, and Charles Seymour was patient, accompanying her and taking pictures continuously without any sign of impatience.

After taking photos for a while, Sophie Wilson smiled and said, "Let’s have someone take a few photos of the two of us together."

Charles Seymour was startled, then nodded in agreement, "Sure."

Only then did he call the driver over to take pictures of him with Sophie.

The driver holding the camera trembled a bit and confirmed, "Sir, you want a photo?"

"Yes, a photo with Sophie," Charles Seymour said calmly, yet the driver clearly heard a hint of excitement in the word "photo."

The driver closed his eyes to steady himself.

In the past, the boss didn’t take photos, but now taking photos with Miss Wilson, especially a group photo, has a different meaning naturally.

After taking a few photos, Charles Seymour sat down with Sophie Wilson to eat. The food would go cold if they didn’t eat soon.

Sophie Wilson sat by the table discussing the room’s setup with Charles Seymour, obviously enjoying it a lot.

"This is for you." Charles Seymour took out a document folder and pushed it across the table to Sophie Wilson.

Sophie Wilson saw the manila envelope and couldn’t help but laugh, asking jokingly as she opened it, "Is this a document? Are you planning to share your assets with me?"

"This doesn’t seem right. How could it be this thin?" Although Sophie Wilson didn’t know how much Charles Seymour’s assets amounted to, they surely couldn’t be summarized in just one or two sheets of paper.

Charles Seymour didn’t say anything. By this time, Sophie Wilson had opened the document folder. Inside, there was indeed only one piece of paper. Taking it out, she was so shocked she almost jumped, "Have you gone insane?"

No wonder it could be written on just one page. It didn’t list Charles Seymour’s assets; it simply stated in a few straightforward sentences that all of Charles Seymour’s assets were transferred to Sophie Wilson’s name, making her the owner while he only managed them for her.

"You said you would support me, so from now on, I’ll rely on you," Charles Seymour’s lips curled into a smile that was irresistibly charming, making Sophie Wilson’s heart tremble.

"No, that’s not what I meant by supporting you!" Sophie Wilson was frustrated to the point of madness. At the time, it was Ethan Seymour’s threat to cut ties that made her say she’d support him, not use his money to support him!

Charles Seymour’s eyes darkened. Without showing any expression, Sophie Wilson felt he looked very wronged, "You regret it."

What was this feeling of suddenly becoming a bully picking on a poor little thing?

Sophie Wilson wanted to scratch the wall, "I don’t regret it. Of course, I’m going to support you, but..."

"No buts! It’s decided!" Charles Seymour proclaimed, final and resolute, allowing no objections.