Upon hearing this, Eve Thompson curled her lips.
She really couldn't understand the thinking of this Mrs. Charles, who ignored her own son and showed so much concern for a stranger.
Wesley Charles sighed, "Mom, don't say that. First of all, it's my brother's turn. Didn't you hear what the staff just said? Unless Oliver Charles can't participate in the competition, how can I compare with him?"
After saying that, he looked at Madam Charles, smiled, and said, "It's okay. If I don't get the reserved spot, then I just won't go. I can't let one competition cause a conflict with my brother. He's already very unhappy with me!"
Madam Charles furrowed her brows and said, "Wesley, no, don't worry about this matter. I'll handle it. Oh, if only your brother was half as sensible as you are! If it weren't for you back then, I would have been dead by now! He…"
Eve Thompson perked up her ears upon hearing this, sensing a mystery to uncover!
