This kind of woman, she should be his.
Not only that, the Seymour Corporation should be his too.
Charles Seymour can only be a stray dog!
James Reed is already imagining how to trample Charles Seymour underfoot, watching him wag his tail in submission, and then fiercely claiming Sophie Wilson in front of him... That scene would be thrilling.
Just thinking about it excites him, that day is not far off.
He has endured for so long, just to make Charles cry and beg him in the end.
Maybe, if he's in a good mood, he might throw Charles a morsel of food.
A dead dog is boring.
As long as that drowning dog is alive, begging him every day, that's fun, isn't it?
He has suffered grievances for so many years but will take them all back bit by bit!
Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour who were thought about by James Reed don't care about his ideas. At this moment, they've packed their luggage and are driving away.
