The smug expression was too obvious, so much so that even the middle-aged man eager to recruit couldn't help but notice Charles Seymour.
I mean, staring at such an icy face, yet the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are all filled with smugness—seriously, how unfortunate is that, you know?
Charles Seymour completely ignored the contemptuous glance from the middle-aged man.
As long as it's not Sophie's gaze, others'... what's it to him?
"I'm really not a fraud, just wait a moment, wait a moment, I can prove it!" The middle-aged man was convinced that Sophie Wilson didn't believe in his identity, and he was determined to prove it.
As he spoke, the middle-aged man frantically pulled out his phone, quickly dialed a number, and got through: "Hello, I'm at the side entrance of the mall, at the corner. Hurry over, I've found a good candidate. Come and prove my identity, hurry up!"
After saying this, without waiting for a response from the other end, he directly hung up the call.
