On stage, Ophelia Wilson naturally heard Grace Wilson's words, and a strong sense of sarcasm flashed in her eyes.
Could her splendor be stolen by Sophie Wilson?
With a smile, Ophelia turned her head sweetly to look at the man beside her. It was this man she had loved for so many years who gave her the glory she had now.
She really chose the right person; James Reed was indeed worthy of her lifelong trust.
Ophelia happily leaned her head lightly on James Reed's shoulder, inhaling the scent of his men's perfume, her whole heart ready to explode with excitement.
"Is this the effect you wanted?" Benjamin Smith, enveloped in a gloomy atmosphere, stared coldly at the director. "What the hell does this have to do with the drama?"
