Sophie Wilson hadn't reacted yet when her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly. By the time she realized, she was already shielded behind Charles Seymour.
And hanging onto Charles Seymour was a person.
It really wasn't an exaggeration; that person was clinging onto Charles Seymour using both hands and feet, just like a koala.
"Oh my, Charles, I've missed you so much."
Such a coquettish voice instantly gave Sophie Wilson goosebumps.
Charles Seymour's forehead veins bulged. He raised his hand, grabbed the person by the collar, and yanked them off hard, tossing them aside like trash.
"Uncle Warren, don't let trash in next time!" Charles Seymour ordered the butler with a black face.
Uncle Warren responded with a smile, "Yes, sir."
