Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate

Chapter 424: Cannot Waste

Charles Seymour expressed that he was really in a tough spot.Mason Wilson thought about the external evaluations of Jim Perry. How could he remember that there were several times Jim Perry perfectly handled the business of Peace Group, setting an industry standard?

And yet, after Charles Seymour handed it off, claiming he was too busy...

Mason Wilson now only wanted to ask Charles Seymour one question: Is he human?

Is Charles Seymour even human?

Jim Perry, at such a young age, already had such impressive skills and abilities. In front of Charles Seymour, he was simply incomparable.

In this comparison, Charles Seymour’s abilities surpassed Jim Perry’s by a significant margin.

In such a comparison, the younger generation of the Seymour, Clark, and White families were nothing in front of Charles Seymour.

However, did Ethan Seymour know that his disowned son was the very person he cherished yet couldn’t even meet?

"Asked human resources to hire, but they couldn’t find anyone. I haven’t had time to work overtime recently, and Jim Perry is always busy," Charles Seymour said with genuine happiness. "Uncle is here; you’ve really solved a big problem."

"No time to work overtime?" Mason Wilson looked at Charles Seymour speechlessly. How did he remember that whenever Sophie called Charles Seymour, he could appear immediately?

Let alone overtime, did Charles Seymour even accomplish regular work hours?

"Yeah," Charles Seymour nodded, stating firmly, "Time with Sophie can’t be wasted on work."

As Sophie’s father, hearing Charles Seymour’s words, Mason Wilson felt a sense of comfort.

However, as a man, a man devoted to his work... he really wanted to beat Charles Seymour up!

Skipping work with such rationale, so self-righteous, who gave him this confidence?

Thinking of Charles Seymour’s status, Mason Wilson silently suppressed the roar in his heart.

Even if Charles Seymour didn’t work now, the wealth he and Sophie had could last them a lifetime without ever exhausting it.

"Alright, I’ll give it a try," Mason Wilson said, and this wasn’t modesty.

He thought he was coming to manage a small company, and even if the business was complex, he could patiently help Charles Seymour sort it out.

Who would have thought this company would be a behemoth, completely different from what he understood?

He could only try his best.

"Thank you, Uncle," Charles Seymour said, relieved.

Then Charles Seymour pressed the intercom button, called Jim Perry in, and asked him to show Mason Wilson around and familiarize him with the company’s affairs.

Meanwhile, Sophie Wilson was shopping with Clarissa Taylor.

Entering a shopping spree mode, exceedingly happy.

If the lipstick color was nice, buy; if the dress was beautiful, buy; if the ruby earrings were exquisite, buy... essentially, buying everything.

Watching Sophie’s enthusiasm for shopping, Clarissa Taylor was a bit anxious, calculating in her mind the revenue from Sophie’s company. If she kept spending like this, would she soon be spending more than earning?

Clarissa Taylor calculated her own money, realizing she could still subsidize her daughter.

"Sophie, let me," Clarissa Taylor took out her card, intending to pay herself.

She couldn’t let her daughter spend money like this; she wanted Sophie to save a bit more for herself.

Even though Charles Seymour had a company, according to her and Mason’s analysis, the company wasn’t very big, so the young couple couldn’t be this extravagant in the future.

"No need, Mom," Sophie Wilson smiled, stopping Clarissa Taylor and handing over her own card.

"Your own company makes money with difficulty," Clarissa Taylor said.

"It’s alright," Sophie Wilson confidently stated, "This is Mr. Seymour’s money."