[{"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-95":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},1201794,1551,"Chapter 95 - 095 My Duty","rebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-chapter-95",95,"\u003Cp>\"Haha... this is just so fantastic.\" Sophie Wilson was holding the newspaper, reading the report above, laughing so gleefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newspaper gave a pretty big section, detailing the entire backstory and aftermath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leo Wells and his company are completely famous now, in the worst possible way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is the newspaper more important than breakfast?\" The icy voice was clearly filled with anger, but unfortunately, Sophie Wilson is not at all afraid of this pretentious guy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raising her hand, she waved the newspaper at the cold-faced Charles Seymour, and asked with a grin: \"So many reporters actually went to Lucy’s home to interview Daisy Lewis... How do you think they found Lucy’s address?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn’t this just a part of a journalist’s job?\" Charles Seymour casually replied, sat down, picked up the toasted bread slice, spread the homemade strawberry jam on it, and handed it to Sophie Wilson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh.\" Sophie Wilson reached out to take the bread slice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles Seymour frowned, withdrew his hand, leaving Sophie Wilson grabbing thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This left her a bit awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she had time to react, Charles Seymour took the wet tissue from the side, wiped her hand holding the newspaper, and then handed the bread slice to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole set of actions was done smoothly, without the slightest hesitation, so smoothly that the nanny holding the fried eggs almost dropped the plate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, the experienced butler caught it, saving the fried eggs from a near disastrous fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The butler took the fried eggs out, placed the plate on the dining table, and quietly withdrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temperature of the fried eggs was just right; Charles Seymour placed them in front of Sophie Wilson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie Wilson crunched down a slice of bread, a fried egg, sipping warm milk, while asking, \"How do I remember, you helped me send Lucy home before.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mm.\" Charles Seymour responded casually, not really engaging, and then prepared another slice of bread for Sophie Wilson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I say, Mr. Seymour, are you planning to do good deeds without leaving a name?\" Sophie Wilson asked Charles Seymour amusingly, \"These reporters going to Lucy’s home, doesn’t have anything to do with you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When I got off work, I mentioned in the car worrying that Lucy’s aunt might cause trouble at her home. In the evening, reporters timely went to stop her... quite the coincidence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still denying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still stubbornly denying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humph!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad, she’s already seen through it completely!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charles Seymour made her a bit of vegetable salad, naturally looked at her, and asked very calmly: \"Solving problems for your girlfriend, do you need to specifically mention it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One sentence left Sophie Wilson in a daze, staring blankly at Charles Seymour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she saw his thin lips slightly curve up into an enticing arc, his voice sounded pleasing like a cello, lightly resonating in her ear, making her heartstrings tremble: \"Isn’t this my duty?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of heat swept over, as if her cheeks were on fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie Wilson opened her mouth, and couldn’t say a single word, eventually grabbed the milk cup, quickly gulping down half a cup of milk to ease the momentary surge of boiling blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy... such a \"frightening\" speaker right when he opens his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Sophie’s cheeks reddened, eyes sparkling and moist, Charles Seymour felt inexplicably good, without any specific reason, just felt his mood soaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a bite of the bread, it tasted more delicious than usual, it seems the chef’s skills have improved.\u003C\u002Fp>",575,"2026-06-03T13:57:31.225Z",1,"novelbin.me","b3d15cff0b2a5a9e13f8ec4b72d686a8d6bf23b1307e08de04d27136ecb33e95","rebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-chapter-96","rebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-chapter-94",992,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frebirth-clinging-to-my-possessive-magnate-cover.jpg"]