CHAPTER 433: CHAPTER 433: GO TEST YOUR IQ

Emerie had no idea about Ophelia Wilson’s schemes as her car had already arrived at the entrance of Charles Seymour’s residential area.

The security of the community was not just for show; without the owner’s consent, outsiders were not allowed to enter casually.

"Call Charles Seymour’s house and then I’ll speak to them," Emerie arrogantly commanded the security guard.

The security guard glanced at Emerie, chose not to argue with someone so impolite, and directly dialed Charles Seymour’s house.

Once the call was connected, the security explained the situation briefly and then handed the phone to Emerie.

Emerie commanded, "Sophie Wilson, tell the security at the entrance to let me in, I have something to say to you."

The commanding tone made Sophie slightly raise an eyebrow: "My home is not a newspaper office, you’re looking for the wrong place to publish an apology!"

"Sophie!" Emerie gritted her teeth in anger, her heart beating irregularly due to her emotional fluctuations.

No, she couldn’t get sick now, she hadn’t seen Sophie yet.

Emerie continuously comforted herself inwardly, don’t get angry, don’t get angry...

She had timed her medication carefully; no matter what, she needed to see Sophie before anything else happened.

"I have even more important news to tell you!" Emerie said smugly, "Do you want to know about your origins?"

There was silence on the other end of the line.

The smile on Emerie’s lips grew more triumphant, she knew Sophie couldn’t resist this: "Do you want to know, huh?"

"Emerie, you really should find a reliable institution to test your IQ." Sophie sincerely suggested.

Emerie had never been humiliated like this, and she exploded: "Sophie, are you calling me stupid?!"

"You finally realized you are?" Sophie mocked, "My parents are staying with me, do you really think I need to learn the secret of my origin from you?"

"Sophie, you..." Before Emerie could finish her insult, Sophie had already hung up the phone.

"Move aside!" Emerie charged towards the residential area, scaring the security into quickly blocking her, "Ma’am, you can’t go in. Without the owner’s consent, you can’t enter!"

"Get out of my way!" Emerie felt her heart pounding more and more irregularly, and her steps began to stagger.

"Ma’am... hey, hey... ma’am, what’s wrong?" The security watched as Emerie stumbled forward a few steps and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Frightened, the security called 120 and also phoned Sophie immediately.

When Sophie received the call, she frowned and unhesitatingly dialed Charles Seymour.

In the Peace Group conference room, Charles Seymour closed the folder in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the faces of several managers. Although there wasn’t a trace of anger, it made the managers straighten their backs abruptly, with cold sweat instantly breaking out.

The heating in the conference room was definitely sufficient, yet at that moment, it seemed broken, making them feel as if they were dressed in summer wear and thrown into the Arctic, cold to the point of numbness, unable to even feel a shiver.

"Is this your plan?" Charles’s voice was as usual, unhurried, neither high nor low. Despite its clear and pleasant timbre, it made the people in the conference room feel as if a cold blade was sliding across their necks, as though it could take their lives at any moment.

Jim Perry was the calmest of them all, yet even his palms were sweaty.