Charles Seymour's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement, "You're ready to make a move."
"I don't have a habit of sitting and taking hits," Sophie Wilson smirked playfully, her gaze mischievous and lively, like sunlight dancing on a spring, reflecting brilliant, colorful lights, full of energy.
Charles Seymour's heart thumped uncontrollably, driven with wild excitement—the Sophie he knew had truly come back.
His blood seemed to boil, rushing and burning through his veins. He was eagerly wishing to embrace Sophie tightly.
His Sophie, his savior goddess, had finally returned completely.
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At the training camp, Jason Cole organized the testimonies from those individuals and then directly went to Frederick Cole's office door to knock.
Once inside, Jason placed the testimonies on the table and said, "Dad, those guys have confessed."
