LOGIN“Someone is looking into you.”
The moment Sophie picked up the call from her investigators, they wasted no time to report. Sophie nodded, like everything was as she had expected.
“Wise move,” she commented.
“They’re looking into your background and bank accounts, but so far they’ve on
Sophie didn’t need to wait long for the release to take effect. Of course, she had carefully picked the best and clearest photos. One that showed their faces in a way that was unmistakable. One that immediately made it clear that everything Adrian had said during the press conference were a lie.Just twenty minutes after she released the photos, her phone got busy with notifications. Articles, interview requests. She put her phone on mute after the fifth ding, with only a few exceptions on a white list.One of those on the white list was Lyla Orwell, her employee at her boutique, Meadow Lane.“Mrs. Beckett, are you okay?”Sophie chuckled. Twice she was asked the exact same thing.“Thank you for asking,
A day had passed and Sophie heard nothing about Julia Hall’s resignation.Gregory Abbott fed her information about the office’s atmosphere. As expected, it wasn’t good. Reporters swarmed the main door. Internal gossips flared even before the promotions. Now, with the online scandal as additional fuel, Julia Hall still came to work as if nothing had happened. It was a surprise that the HR department did nothing about it.Adrian Beckett cared a lot about image. He did say that if Julia resigned in this atmosphere, the implication wouldn’t be good. But that was before the scandal. Even if only for damage control, she would imagine him telling Julia Hall to not come.Turned out, Gregory had an answer for that, too.“Julia did nothing wrong. Her not coming to work would be an
It didn’t take long for Sophie to receive reports on the mysterious camera.In the comfort of her secret Manhattan condo, Sophie scrolled through social media. Her investigative team had set up an account for her because a new development arose.Apparently, a video was uploaded of her, and it quickly rose to the trending topic. The titles were dramatic, to say the least.[The True Face Of The Perfect Wife][True Nature Uncovered! Is Mrs. Beckett Really As Graceful As She Seems?!][Ugly Jealousy Of The Cinderella]Along with the scrolling of social media, she also quickly went through photographs sent by her investigative team. Of a figure wearing black hoodie, hiding in the
“Do you need to do all that, Sophie?” Adrian barged as they walked to the parking lot. “Must you say all that in front of everyone? In front of the Whitakers? You know we’ve been trying to get on their good side for ages.”“Evidently,” Sophie kept walking, her steps never slowed for even a moment. “Because you seem to take me for a fool.”“I’m not.”“Oh?” Sophie finally stopped. She turned, tilting her head. “Then explain it to me.”Adrian exhaled. “Julia is gone. I transferred her out of New York. Whatever happened between us is over.”“Is it?”“Yes.&rdquo
Sophie walked into Marriot Hotel’s convention hall, which had been decorated to the brim with muted elegance—one she carefully instructed. The kind that screamed old money, the kind that a newly founded company by a no-name newcomer like Adrian Beckett should never have. The fact that he seemed to possess this innate class contributed to his image.That Adrian Beckett belonged.Had Adrian ever loved her? Or had she just been good for his brand?Whatever it was, the things she had to do remained the same. And it was something that would benefit her cause, too, even in this battle that Adrian seemingly underestimated.Networking.She stepped alone into the venue, and was immediately met with stares. Not surprising.
The announcement of Beckett Holding’s new Washington DC headquarters was prepared for this evening. Along with that, they would also announce the groundbreaking personnels. The event would be held at the Marriot Hotel, which was abuzz with preparation—champagne tower, a giant backdrop with Beckett Holdings logo, and staff moving efficiently.Adrian fiddled with his phone, debating whether or not he should contact Sophie. It would be good if she was present—this was a big milestone for the company, after all. His finger hovered over Sophie’s contact, a press away from dialing. Yet her words echoed and held him back.“I hate you, Adrian,” she had said.There was a faint sense of dread that refused to go away, bugging and tormenting him. He wanted to call her, invite her to the event. Then she would see that he h
Sophie walked through the white corridors of Langham Medical Centre. A man in white lab coat walked ahead of her, leading her to a room. The door ajar, the nameplate on it read “Prof. Mary Dunham”.“Pr
Sophie wasn’t sure she was ready to be a mother.She used to enjoy playing wife. She and Adrian were often up at night thinking about their future child, and at the time it felt right to have one. But that was bef
Sophie glanced at her ringing phone, the caller’s name brought a smile and a weird sense of relief. She picked it up at the third ring, and she heard Gregory Abbot’s cautious voice on the other side.“I’m grateful for y
Sophie received information on Cynthia Abbott the very next afternoon. The illness she had, the hospital she was in. Seven years old, born with a rare kidney condition that required constant dialysis—that was how Mr. Abbott found himself in a perpetual need of extr







