The crowd's reaction was ultimately not faster than Charles Seymour.
Charles stepped forward, pressed the man's neck with one hand, and forcibly pulled him off Sophie Wilson, tossing him back.
Decisive and merciless!
"Mr. Seymour, you're really quite unfriendly." The tall man was a full 1.9 meters, a bit taller than the 1.86 meters Charles Seymour.
His short dark brown hair was styled quite meticulously, and his chiseled features had the unique handsome appeal of a Westerner. At this moment, he spread his hands in an innocent complaint, which made many female guests feel weak.
"I traveled a thousand miles just to see my dear Sophie, how could you separate us like this?" Jacob Smith's words made Sophie Wilson feel a line of black dots appear on her forehead, as she held her head speechlessly, "Is your Chinese not good yet? Is 'separate' really used in this context?"
It sounded like he had some romantic involvement with her.
She only loved her own Mr. Seymour.
