[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-rebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate":3,"chapter-rebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-rebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-chapter-298":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1201515,1551,"Chapter 298: Is There Any Justice Left?","rebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-chapter-298",298,"\u003Cp>Sophie Wilson pushed open the door, and the warm orange light from above spilled down like sugar with a hint of fresh citrus, enveloping the man whose features were delicate yet cold as an iceberg. It inexplicably made her think of a refined shave ice topped with colorful honey syrup on a hot summer day. Taking a bite felt comforting inside and out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re back.\" Charles Seymour began to speak, but hadn’t finished before the warm person collided into his arms, her hands seemingly with a mind of their own, wrapping tightly around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, Charles Seymour’s usually steady heartbeat joyfully raced like a wild horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t yet savored this wonderful feeling when an annoying voice thoroughly spoiled the lovely atmosphere: \"Oh dear... Mind your influence, mind your influence... There are single folks here...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian Campbell covered his eyes with one hand, leaving wide spaces between his fingers to \"sneak\" a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles Seymour’s face darkened, contemplating how to boot Julian Campbell out without disturbing Sophie Wilson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, the position wasn’t convenient enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, Sophie Wilson placed both hands against Charles Seymour’s firm and toned chest, leaving his embrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m hugging my man. What influence should I mind?\" Sophie Wilson defiantly tilted her chin, sideways glancing at Julian Campbell, \"If you’re jealous, go find a man to hug yourself!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian Campbell clutched his chest, shocked as he stared at Sophie Wilson: \"Aunt Sophie, you’re too harsh. I love beauties, beauties!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He certainly wasn’t ready to switch teams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you doing here?\" Charles Seymour’s dislike for Julian Campbell grew; acting with Sophie was fine as it was work, but they’re together now, what’s the deal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncle Charles, I was bringing Aunt Sophie back.\" Julian Campbell stared incredulously at Charles Seymour, \"Come on, if I don’t bring Aunt Sophie back, wouldn’t you blame me for neglecting her safety?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\" Charles Seymour nodded without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian Campbell’s eyes widened, full of grievance ready to flood out like a broken dam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is his uncle a tyrant?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he brings Aunt Sophie back, Uncle Charles is jealous; if he doesn’t, Uncle Charles is angry for neglecting her safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter which way he turns, what on earth does Uncle Charles want?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian Campbell desperately slapped the top of his head, wailing woefully as if bearing great injustice: \"Is there any justice left?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"None.\" Sophie Wilson held Charles Seymour’s arm, gleefully tossing out the two \"despairing\" words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncle Charles, I’m hurt. Please comfort me.\" Julian Campbell pitifully looked at his elder seeking refuge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles Seymour nodded, picked up his phone, pressed the keys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden ominous feeling hit Julian Campbell, and he hurriedly asked, \"Uncle Charles, who are you calling?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Peace Psychiatric Hospital.\" Charles Seymour spoke, his indifferent gaze sweeping Julian Campbell from top to bottom. Just that glance was like a bucket of ice-cold water, chilling him from outside to inside, \"Their patient has escaped.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still my uncle? Got Aunt Sophie and don’t want the nephew, huh?\" Julian Campbell decided to struggle until the end; unfortunately, before even a ripple of survival could splash out, his uncle’s heartless \"Yes\" word slammed him into the water’s depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly inhumane!\u003C\u002Fp>",528,"2026-06-03T13:57:31.225Z",1,"novelbin.me","66e78cc1800eff8530d9b31063cfea3711d8dbe3b03b4b65a6c94fd5d6818152","rebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-chapter-469","rebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-chapter-468",992,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-cover.jpg"]