Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate

The disgusting sour stench almost made Sophie Wilson throw up last night’s dinner on the spot.

"Ethan Seymour." What surprised everyone was that the always-silent Charles Seymour suddenly spoke, and straight-up called Ethan Seymour by his full name.

In front of so many people, being addressed by his own son like that, and the key point is, just now this little bastard was still all sweet and cozy calling Mason Wilson "Dad."

He can call his father-in-law that sweet and intimate, but when he stands in front of his real biological father, he just shouts the name?

"Charles Seymour, where are your manners?" Ethan Seymour asked angrily.

Charles Seymour, scared by Ethan Seymour?

What a joke.

Charles said coolly, "Manners are for people, not for animals."

"Charles Seymour!" In front of half the business world, Charles was basically tossing his old face on the ground and stomping on it. How the hell was Ethan supposed to swallow that?

"Charles, now you’re the one in the wrong." Sophie Wilson spoke up, displeased.

Chloe White hurried to chime in, "Yeah, President Seymour, saying that is a bit too much. No matter what, he is still..."

"Think about it, did animals ever mess with you? Why are you insulting animals?" Sophie "scolded" Charles, annoyed.

Charles immediately apologized to Sophie, "Sorry, I’ll watch it next time."

"Mm, that’s more like it." Sophie was satisfied, while Chloe’s face flushed red with embarrassment, and Ethan’s complexion went from red to green with rage.

As for Mason Wilson, he secretly let out a breath. Now *that* sounded like something his daughter would say. When she was just now persuading Charles, he actually felt something was off.

After Charles finished, he looked straight at Ethan. "My company has the slightest damn thing to do with you? What, your shamelessness has evolved to this level now? You drove my mom to her death, you forced me out, and now you even have your eyes on the empire I built with my own two hands, wanting to hand it over to that bastard son of yours?"

Charles finally managed to spit out such a long line in one go. But the content of it made Ethan’s face look downright hideous. He didn’t look around, yet he could feel the strange gazes stabbing into him like steel needles.

"Who’s coveting your empire?" Ethan snapped back unhappily.

"If you’re not coveting it, then stop standing by the side spewing sour nonsense. Even if I burn everything I own to ashes, it still doesn’t have a damn thing to do with you!" Charles snorted coldly.

This whole tirade was clearly aimed at Ethan, but Chloe felt her own cheeks burning hot. She had been trying so hard to win Charles’s favor, only to end up with this outcome.

This was really something she had never expected.

"I’m just reminding you to be careful so you don’t get conned by someone with ulterior motives." Ethan said in that sarcastic tone, "You worked hard for it, and if someone schemes you out of it in the end, I’m afraid you won’t even have a place to cry."

"Some people not only eat off you themselves, they even bring their whole family to feast with them. You better watch out." Ethan grumbled resentfully.

Charles clearly has the ability, so why the hell won’t he help James out even a little?

"Mr. Seymour." Sophie looked at Ethan with a mocking smile. "The money my Mr. Seymour earns, he can spend on whoever he wants. That’s his freedom."

"Besides, back then you were cashing in Seymour Corporation dividends while sneaking around with your mistress. I seem to recall you spending the family’s money with a very righteous air about you." Sophie’s smiley, narrowed gaze sliced over Ethan’s body like razor blades, scraping him again and again.