CHAPTER 429: CHAPTER 429: MAKES SENSE

After all, Sophie Wilson believed that Charles Seymour wasn’t the type to make life difficult for others, and that her father wasn’t the kind of person who didn’t understand things.

These two should get along without any issues.

Charles thought about Mason Wilson’s reaction, there wasn’t any problem with work, but didn’t he always remember Mason looking somewhat dazed?

Every time Mason saw him, his expression was... indescribably conflicted, which made Charles very puzzled.

"I guess... it’s okay." Charles now couldn’t judge whether his future father-in-law was good or bad.

"Okay?" Sophie looked at Charles in confusion, what did he mean by "I guess"?

"Perhaps your father has some misunderstanding about my company?" Charles thought for a moment and said.

"What’s misunderstood about your company?" Sophie grew even more curious and finally asked, "What does your company do?"

"A bit of everything, quite mixed." Charles was indifferent about the company’s business; as long as there was enough money, it was fine.

Previously, without Sophie, he didn’t know what to do with the extra time, so naturally, he poured it all into work.

Now with Sophie by his side, he had no leisure time to manage the company.

"Oh." Sophie nodded to indicate she understood, "Maybe my dad thinks the company’s business is extensive and covers various fields, making it a bit difficult to organize."

"That might be it." Charles thought and felt Sophie made quite a lot of sense.

The two didn’t discuss this further, not even giving it a thought.

Mason had just taken over the company’s business; having a transitional period was entirely normal.

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"You want to divorce me?" Chaya Davis stared at Jerry Taylor in shock; she couldn’t believe Jerry could be so straightforward.

In her impression, he was silent and always studying things she didn’t understand in the study.

Those things couldn’t even bring in food and drink, and they still relied on their two salaries for daily living, didn’t they?

She had endured such tough days with him, so what more did Jerry want?

"Why are you divorcing me? After all these years, after all the hard days I’ve spent with you, now you’re divorcing me!" Chaya burst into tears, covering her face, "Do you think you’re being fair to me?"

Jerry looked calmly at the distressed Chaya, and said, "If you have no objections to the division of family assets, then go to the civil affairs office now."

Jerry had meant to divorce earlier, but Chaya hadn’t been home for the last two days, staying at the Wilson Clan, so it dragged to today.

"Fine, Jerry, you’re ruthless. A divorce then, who’s afraid of whom?" Chaya grumbled through her teeth.

Her daughter was now the Wilson Clan’s eldest miss and the future chairman’s wife of the Seymour Family; what was there to fear?

After all, she’s basking in her daughter’s glory and can currently stay at the Wilson Clan.

Thinking about her future days adorned with gold and silver, watching over her daughter, and most importantly... possibly living under the same roof as Mason... such a beautiful life is around the corner, why should she still linger with this impoverished household and this incompetent man?

"Fine, let’s go." Chaya rose, grabbed her bag, and stomped angrily in her high heels, wishing every step could crush the ground.

Even if it’s a divorce, she’s the one leaving Jerry; it absolutely wouldn’t be this man leaving her.