Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate

Chapter 848: Too Cunning

Mason Wilson had seen the big scenes, could this little "triviality" stump him?Under the gaze of his own wife, Mason Wilson smiled quite calmly and said, "Charles, well done, you actually know what your aunt likes to eat."

"But you know, your care isn’t quite in place. Since you know what your aunt likes to eat, wouldn’t it be better to give it to her directly?" Mason Wilson lobbed the ball to Charles Seymour.

Little rascal, trying to trip him up in front of his wife and daughter, this son-in-law... so annoying!

Charles Seymour gave Mason Wilson a glance, his deep, dark eyes seemed like a bottomless abyss, making Mason Wilson’s heart shiver, feeling like there was something he hadn’t accounted for.

Before Mason Wilson could figure it out, Charles Seymour said, "How could I steal Uncle’s opportunity to please Aunt?"

Mason Wilson: "..."

This shameless bastard!

This pig that’s hooked his daughter!!!

So insidious and shameless!

Not giving any chance to figure it out.

Waiting for him right here!

"When I please Sophie, I always do it myself." Charles Seymour seemed to feel that the jab wasn’t strong enough, and added one more blow.

Mason Wilson, done.

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"Honey, let me take you to the gallery." Mason Wilson attentively hovered around Clarissa Taylor. The meal he just had left him unsettled, his heart not quite at ease, anxious and scared that his wife might explode.

Clarissa Taylor looked at Mason Wilson, who was cautious in front of her, and couldn’t help but laugh, "You, how many years have we been married? Do you think I’ll still care about this?"

"Honey..." Mason Wilson suddenly saw a glimmer of hope. Thinking it over, indeed, how many years have he and Clarissa supported each other, how could they be so easily stirred by Charles Seymour, that brat?

"Alright, I’ll go myself." Clarissa Taylor said, "You’re busy with work, go on up, don’t let it drag you down."

"Okay, then be careful, call me when you get to the gallery." Mason Wilson quickly said.

Watching Clarissa Taylor leave, Mason Wilson’s smile suddenly vanished, then he turned and rushed upstairs, storming into Charles Seymour’s office.

Even Charles Seymour’s assistant was dumbfounded.

President Wilson always paid attention to rules. Today, what’s going on with him?

Why the murderous aura?

"Charles Seymour!" Mason Wilson slammed his hands on the table, even the pens on the table jumped up, showing just how high his anger level was.

Charles Seymour looked at Mason Wilson quite calmly, his face full of...innocence.

"You’re sowing discord, is that fun for you?" Mason Wilson questioned.

"I just think Uncle and Aunt’s relationship should go a step further." Charles Seymour said in a deep voice, remarkably calm, entirely unaffected by Mason Wilson’s anger.

"My relationship with your aunt is great!" Mason Wilson sneered, "Aren’t you just annoyed by me keeping an eye on you?"

This damn brat, showing off love in front of him, he just took a few more looks, and he’s being retaliated against!

What kind of person is he?

"I think Uncle’s focus should be on Aunt." Charles Seymour said lightly, "After all, there’s no woman who doesn’t want the man she loves most to pay attention to her."

"Sophie is us..."

"Uncle, didn’t you drive Aunt to the gallery?" Charles Seymour asked curiously.

"Your aunt is so..."

"Back when Uncle and Aunt were just dating, was it like this during their honeymoon phase? As time goes on, does the feeling really get used up?" Charles Seymour asked flatly, "I wonder, in the middle of the night, does Aunt sometimes have a fleeting thought of this?"

Mason Wilson: "..."