These words left no space for Hayley Cole's dignity, mercilessly tearing her face and trampling it on the ground.
Instantly, Hayley Cole's face turned red with shame and anger, roaring: "Charles Seymour, do you even know who I am?"
Charles Seymour's eyes grew even colder, dropping the temperature in the banquet hall below freezing: "Do I care who you are? Talk about Sophie, then get the hell out!"
No one could talk about his Sophie!
"Charles Seymour, I was invited by your Seymour Family!" Hayley Cole had never been insulted like this, especially in front of so many people, her eyes turning red.
If Hayley Cole hadn't been holding back, not wanting to lose more face, she might have already burst into tears.
In a fit of rage and shame, she had long forgotten about dignity, shouting angrily at Charles Seymour, not caring about manners at all, her veins showing and her features twisted with viciousness.
