Charles Seymour slightly curled his lips and lightly flicked Sophie Wilson's forehead, "Mischievous!"
Sophie covered her forehead with one hand, her beautiful peach blossom eyes widened like a little bullied kitten, pitiful and bewildered, accusingly staring at Charles Seymour.
Looking at her like this, Charles felt his heart melt into a puddle. He really wanted to pull her into his arms and give her a good cuddle, she was too cute, making his hands itch.
"How am I mischievous?" Sophie hummed naively, "I'm just retaliating."
Charles shook his head in amusement, "Your retaliation is too harsh. I guess James Reed can't take it."
"That's exactly what I want," Sophie's gaze instantly turned cold, from innocent to fierce in a second, the quick change was astonishing.
Did they think she had mixed in those illegal companies for so many years for nothing?
Let them see her methods too.
