After the receptionist hung up the phone, she smiled at Emerie Wilson and said, "Ms. Wilson, please follow me."
Emerie walked in haughtily, as if Peace Corporation was her own company.
In her heart, she actually thought so. Whose company was it? Charles Seymour's.
And who was Charles Seymour?
He was Sophie Wilson's fiancé!
And who was Sophie Wilson?
She was her niece!
Upon reaching Mason Wilson's office, Emerie had a look around with envy and said sarcastically, "Brother, your office is quite luxurious."
Much better than Benjamin's office.
Although she couldn't see the lavish decorations, just one look gave an indescribable sense of opulence, yet understated.
"Yes, Peace Corporation has money," Mason said calmly, almost making Emerie faint with anger.
What did he mean by that?
Was he showing off?
Emerie bit her tongue, suppressing the rage that almost burst out, and asked, "Brother, when will you come home?"
Mason glanced at Emerie, already understanding the situation.
