Chapter 1432: What Kind of Logic Is That

The power of this teacup was definitely not small. After hitting Dylan Clark on the head, it fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

As for Dylan Clark, who was struck by the teacup, he clutched his throbbing forehead, stunned in place.

“How dare you hit me!” Dylan Clark glared viciously at Charles Seymour, wishing he could tear him to pieces.

He clearly saw that it was this man who threw the teacup at him.

“President Clark, are you okay?” Isabella Chamberlain was startled and hurried to check up on him. Suddenly, she saw a bit of fresh red blood seeping through Dylan Clark’s fingers, causing her to exclaim, “President Clark, you’re injured.”

“Boss, quickly bring over some gauze!” Isabella Chamberlain exclaimed, “President Clark, let me take you to the hospital now.”

“You all wait for me!” Dylan Clark pointed bitterly at Charles Seymour, then turned around holding his head and quickly left.

Nothing was more important than his injury.

When the surrounding guests saw what happened, those who were timid hurried to pay and leave.

As for Sophie Wilson and the others, they definitely couldn’t continue eating.

Even if they wanted to keep eating here, the restaurant owner probably wouldn’t be pleased.

Sophie Wilson didn’t want to cause trouble for others, so she left with Charles Seymour and the rest.

Meanwhile, Patrick Grant naturally went with the people from Lingzhu Jade.

Back at the hotel, Charles Seymour’s face remained grim.

Sophie Wilson amusingly cupped his face, “Don’t be angry, why bother getting angry over someone like President Clark?”

“That kind of person, I can handle.” Sophie Wilson knew how much someone valued her, and President Clark dared to flirt with her. Her Mr. Seymour just threw a teacup at him, which was already very restrained.

“Who is he anyway?” Charles Seymour frowned, looking at Sophie Wilson, he decided to speak the truth, “Why did you ask Patrick Grant and not me?”

Charles Seymour’s sudden words left Sophie Wilson stunned: “What ask him instead of you?”

“That President Clark.” Charles Seymour asked discontentedly, “I’m your husband, shouldn’t I be the first man you think of?”

Sophie Wilson: “…”

So, the key points in his question were “first” and “man”?

Sophie Wilson looked at him speechlessly and asked, “Darling, can I ask you a question now?”

“Ask,” Charles Seymour said straightforwardly.

“In the Imperial City, besides the people you collaborate with from your company, do you remember who else is who?” Sophie Wilson’s lips curved up, “Even in the companies you collaborate with, do you know who their family members are?”

Charles Seymour frowned, “Those useless things…”

“You wouldn’t remember them,” Sophie Wilson finished his sentence for him.

Charles Seymour nodded, his expression finally easing a bit. Sophie Wilson’s understanding of him made him feel much better.

“So, what’s the point in asking you? Would you know if I asked?” Sophie Wilson gave Charles Seymour a hard look, “At least Uncle Grant used to be from here and is more familiar with the local situation. Moreover, Uncle Grant came this time to collaborate with other jade gambling establishments, so he must have done some research beforehand.”

“Is there any issue with me asking Uncle Grant?” Sophie Wilson raised her chin and asked Charles Seymour.

Charles Seymour’s eyes flickered, and suddenly, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, clearly in a good mood: “Sophie, you really understand me. That’s why you didn’t ask me. We’re really in sync.”

Sophie Wilson: “…”

She really wanted to slap him on the face. What’s the logic behind his reasoning?