Chapter 1460: I’ll Handle It

Chapter 1460: Chapter 1460: I’ll Handle It

Frederick Cole deliberately pressed his ear, making sure there was nothing wrong with it, not likely to mishear.

"Sophie, who could possibly bully him?" Frederick thought for a long time but couldn’t find anyone suitable.

In the business world, no one wants to offend the chairman of Peace Group.

Even international financial tycoons wouldn’t confront Charles Seymour directly. Besides, Sophie Wilson knows quite a few international giants; regardless of anything else, they wouldn’t do anything to Peace Group whether it’s out of respect for Sophie or because of Charles’ power.

As for others... they must lack vision to go provoke Charles Seymour?

Don’t they know that Charles was once... that kind of existence at the training camp?

"There is!" Sophie Wilson snorted and said, "Chairman Cole, don’t worry, I’ll handle this matter well."

"I won’t cause trouble; you know, I’m discreet in handling things and definitely won’t cause chaos." Sophie promised with a smile.

However, Sophie’s assurance did not make Frederick feel at ease at all. After hanging up the phone, he immediately found someone to investigate what had been happening around Sophie lately.

For Frederick Cole, it was quite easy to investigate some matters. In less than half a day, the recent events around Sophie Wilson were laid out before him.

Frederick leafed through the documents in his hand, his eyebrows gradually furrowing.

If what’s here is true...

Frederick closed the documents with a snap, and swiftly stood up, leaving the training camp.

In the most upscale ward of Chapman Family Hospital, Felix Chapman was smiling while talking to the patient, "Elder Roscente, don’t worry, all the tests meet the standards. Tomorrow, you can have the surgery."

"We’ve studied the surgical plan many times, and I’ll personally perform the surgery; there won’t be any issues," Felix assured.

"Then I’m relieved," Elder Roscente, though he’s already in his eighties, seemed quite spirited; without the hospital gown, it would be hard to tell he was a patient.

"Rest assured, we’ve fully prepared for this surgery," Felix said with a smile.

"Hmm." Elder Roscente nodded.

Seeing that Elder Roscente wasn’t in the mood to talk much, Felix didn’t bother him more. After mentioning some precautions, he left.

"Alas..." Elder Roscente sighed heavily, "It’s a pity I couldn’t get him to do the surgery."

Elder Roscente felt a bit regretful but, considering the surgical plan Felix put together, he was rather satisfied.

Just then, a knock sounded at the ward’s door, and a guard walked in, saying, "Leader, Chairman Cole has come to visit you."

"That boy?" Elder Roscente laughed after listening, "Let him in."

"Yes." The guard went out, and Frederick Cole then walked in. Seeing Elder Roscente, he stood upright and saluted.

"Enough, this is the sickroom, no need for all that," Elder Roscente waved his hand.

Furrowing his brow, Frederick said, "Your condition doesn’t require surgery."

"You want me to restrain my temper and cultivate myself, right? But do you think I can control my temper?" Elder Roscente’s words made Frederick burst into a bitter smile; how could he not know about Elder Roscente’s fiery temper?

If Elder Roscente could change his temper, he wouldn’t have contacted Charles Seymour back then.