Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate

Chapter 1132: Chapter 1132: Admiring Her Mr. Seymour

The newly empowered Benjamin Walton enjoyed a few days of glory and signed contracts with several companies, but soon, trouble arose.

"Is someone plotting against me?" Benjamin Walton’s eyes were filled with furious bloodshot lines, and now everyone in the company seemed suspicious to him.

No one dared to speak; when Benjamin Walton asked such a question, how could they answer?

"Resolve all these issues as soon as possible!" After Benjamin Walton finished this sentence, all the responsible people felt a tightness in their hearts, knowing that if they couldn’t minimize the losses, they were in for bad luck.

After all, anyone could see that Benjamin Walton was truly on the verge of a furious outburst.

Now, any small problem could trigger Benjamin Walton’s fragile nerves, and no one knew when he might explode.

If he did explode, the unluckiest would undoubtedly be those people.

The responsible persons could only respond with repeated "yes," coax Benjamin Walton away first, and then think of ways to solve the issues he handed over.

As for whether the problems could really be solved... that was still unknown; they couldn’t guarantee it.

If Benjamin Walton couldn’t solve the issues, how could they?

They could only leave it to fate.

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"Benjamin Walton seems quite busy lately." Sophie Wilson happily munched on chips, gleefully tilting her feet up.

Her fair and exquisite feet stepped on the armrest of the chair, with her favorite plush toy draped over it, a deep brown bear making her toes appear even whiter.

Feeling the soft fur on the bear, Sophie Wilson pressed her feet twice, feeling really comfortable.

Indeed, it’s essential to keep plush toys at home; many times, they work well as footrests too.

Unfortunately, after just a few steps, Sophie Wilson’s ankle suddenly tightened. She looked up only to see Charles Seymour reaching out to grab her ankle.

Sophie Wilson blinked twice in surprise, inexplicably.

Why was he grabbing her foot?

"Don’t go barefoot all the time; it’s easy to catch a cold." Charles Seymour spoke calmly, his voice slightly hoarse as if polished, much like a cello playing a deep yet melodious tune.

This voice made Sophie Wilson’s ears warm; sounding this good was too unfair.

"Isn’t it fine in this weather?" Sophie Wilson said nonchalantly, seeing that summer was approaching.

"Still not good." Charles Seymour, extremely serious, took the socks and meticulously put them on for Sophie Wilson.

After putting on the socks, Charles Seymour looked at Sophie Wilson seriously: "What did you just say?"

Honestly, if she had to admire anyone, she truly admired Mr. Seymour.

Just putting on socks, did it really take so long?

Don’t think she doesn’t know his little thoughts, humph!

"I said, Benjamin Walton is quite busy recently." Sophie Wilson said with a smile, then quietly raised her foot, stepping on someone’s leg.

Her toes moved slightly, and Sophie Wilson nodded in satisfaction; those muscles were just perfect.

Stepping on them felt even better than plush toys.

Charles Seymour’s gaze shifted between his leg and a certain mischievous foot, Sophie, was this deliberate?

Even if he had this doubt in his mind, he didn’t show it, speaking as if nothing happened: "The previously cooperating companies are now having issues with their orders."

"Indeed. Just took over Wilson Corporation and so many things happened; I want to see how he resolves them." Sophie Wilson said happily, not believing she couldn’t deal with a Benjamin Walton.