CHAPTER 435: CHAPTER 435: PLEASING TO THE EYE

It seems he needs to reassess the position of the lady boss in the boss’s heart. This is definitely not just important; it far surpasses the boss himself!

"President Perry, what do you think about this..."

Jim Perry turned his head, resuming his gentlemanly demeanor, as if the one who was just burning with gossip was someone else. He smiled gracefully, "Everyone, think more thoroughly about the plan, to avoid experiencing this again... After all, it’s not every time we have such good luck."

The faces of several managers changed, nodding repeatedly as they returned to redo the plan.

At this moment, inside the car, Mason Wilson was so restless that he could hardly sit still. He truly wanted to give Emerie Wilson a few slaps to see if she could be awakened.

How shameless could she be to actually go and find Sophie.

After Charles Seymour got into the car, he calmly made a phone call: "...Everything along the way needs to be checked, with witnesses and evidence... Yes, correct."

After Charles Seymour hung up the phone, Mason Wilson looked at him in surprise and asked, "Charles, are you suspecting something wrong with Emerie’s illness?"

He had heard Charles Seymour instructing an investigation all the way from the Wilson Clan to Charles Seymour.

That seems like quite a task.

"I remember her condition wasn’t that severe. It was just a call with Sophie that triggered it... Hmph." Charles didn’t say anything further, ending with a snort.

Inexplicably, Mason Wilson’s heart trembled. The more he interacted with Charles Seymour, the more he felt that the aura Charles unconsciously exuded was truly intimidating.

Indeed, the man in charge of Peace Group is no ordinary person.

Mason Wilson thought of the Seymour, Clark, and White families he had met. Not to mention his peers, even the previous generation, including Old Mr. Seymour, didn’t have the aura that Charles has.

What a formidable young man!

With Charles Seymour’s words, Mason Wilson, who had been initially anxious, quickly calmed down and asked Charles, "Should we report it to the police first?"

Charles Seymour glanced at Mason Wilson. He was increasingly finding his father-in-law agreeable.

Anyone who considered Sophie’s well-being, he was willing to genuinely accept.

"Let’s wait and see," Charles Seymour said. "If Emerie starts causing trouble blaming Sophie..."

Charles didn’t finish, but a slight curl of his lips hinted at his meaning.

A thin smirk of ridicule spread over his lips, inexplicably lowering the temperature inside the car.

Mason Wilson nodded without saying anything further.

Soon, the car arrived at a café near the hospital.

Charles Seymour went inside, took Mason Wilson to a quiet corner, and ordered coffee and pastries while they waited for the results.

After a short while, Mason Wilson’s phone suddenly rang. Seeing the caller ID, he felt a wave of irritation but answered it anyway.

As soon as the call connected, the wailing cries of Old Mrs. Wilson came through, "Mason, Mason, your sister has been bullied into illness and is being rescued in the hospital. Hurry, come quickly!"

"I know." Mason Wilson hung up the phone and said to Charles Seymour, "You can proceed with legal action. My mom said Emerie was bullied into illness."

With one call, he already discerned his parents’ stance. It seems Emerie going there indeed had a plan.

"Okay," Charles Seymour nodded, "I understand."

Seeing Charles Seymour’s lack of surprise in response, Mason Wilson felt his face burn with shame.

His own family was so shameless, he truly felt ashamed!