"You should investigate the people around you." Charles Seymour's words made Mason Wilson gasp in shock and ask, "What do you mean?"
After Mason Wilson said this, he noticed that Charles Seymour's gaze became increasingly cold, with an indescribable emotion in it, piercing his heart like a needle, seemingly wanting to pierce through the thin paper he had long kept hidden.
"Mr. Wilson, although the Wilson Corporation in Imperial City's business circle isn't as influential as Seymour, Clark and White, it's still closely following behind. Now you're telling me that with the connections you have, you can't investigate the events from back then..."
Charles Seymour paused, his eyes mocking coldly: "Is it that you can't investigate, or you don't want to?"
Mason Wilson's mouth moved as if wanting to say something, but his lips were stuck as if glued shut.
Charles Seymour's lip curled into a knife-like sneer, cutting through Mason Wilson's heart with pain.
