Chapter 1171: Twin Brothers
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.
"Sophie, teach me." Jacob’s eyes, beautiful like gems, looked at Sophie Wilson excitedly.
Charles Seymour spoke: "If the Nelson family can’t even afford this fee, I’d be more than happy to cover it for you."
Nelson family?
These five words turned the faces of the guests pale, many of whom operated businesses not just domestically. Even those who only had domestic operations were familiar with the internationally renowned Nelson family.
The Nelson family had deep roots and an unshakable position in several major industries.
The key is that, apart from traditional industries, they have continuously absorbed emerging industries with the times, never falling behind.
How could a person from such a great family appear at Chloe White’s cocktail party, or rather, how could this Nelson be acquainted with Sophie Wilson... oh my...
The guests felt their minds spinning, unable to absorb this shocking news momentarily.
"Luckily, I can afford this fee. I just hope Sophie can teach me. I think I could certainly learn better," Jacob shrugged, flashing an irresistible smile at Sophie Wilson.
"Looking for trouble, bullying my dear Mr. Seymour!" Sophie Wilson was not polite, slapping Jacob Smith hard on the shoulder, causing him to stagger and clutch his chest, mournfully wailing: "Sophie, you’re so biased... I’m hurt and need a hug to heal!"
"Then keep being hurt." Sophie Wilson mercilessly rolled her eyes at Jacob Smith. After so many years, that fellow’s nature hadn’t changed.
"Bo-Boss?" Gary was truly shocked, his blond hair almost standing on end. Was this the boss he knew?
This...this was like a pet dog acting cute?
Jacob Smith finally had time to notice that there were other people around. He glanced at Gary, his smile instantly shrank, and from a cute and spoiled demeanor, he transformed into an elegant prince—just through a mere change in expression.
Clearly, Jacob Smith didn’t exhibit any haughty stance, yet it made others around him distinctly feel a gap, as if he stood high on a podium, a level they couldn’t cross.
"Gary, thank you for the invitation." Jacob Smith wore an elegant, reserved smile, composed yet distant.
Everyone: "..."
This Mr. Nelson, do you perhaps have a twin brother, one who’s quite shameless?