Even a slow-witted middle-aged man could sense something was off.
He stopped struggling and looked suspiciously at Charles Seymour, whose aura suddenly turned terrifying.
His mouth was covered, and he silently asked the man wearing sunglasses with his eyes, what's going on?
This is a situation where you're asking for trouble!
The man wearing sunglasses glared at him irritably, then awkwardly took off his sunglasses, "Uncle."
"Julian?" Sophie Wilson looked at Julian Campbell in surprise, her gaze falling on the middle-aged man. If he knew Julian, then he wasn't a scammer.
"Aunt." Julian greeted with a smile, trying to focus his gaze on Sophie Wilson's face, making an effort to ignore Charles Seymour.
However... his uncle's imposing aura was hard to ignore.
"This is my friend Benjamin Smith, he's a screenwriter." Julian tried hard to push Benjamin Smith forward, diligently blocking his uncle's sharp gaze that felt like a knife.
