Se connecterSophie 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 reques
A long-wheelbase Bentley pulled up in front of Donovan Rise. As if it wasn’t enough, a Whitaker crest was painted on the side. Sophie held her laugh: Mrs. Whitaker didn’t play. She really wanted to cheer Sophie up. So as to not waste the kind gesture, Sophie climbed into the car and, within the bounds of propriety, enjoyed all the amenities provided. Except the vintage wine. Damn, Sophie could really use some of that. She put her hands on her belly. There would be champagne tonight. Plenty of it. Normally, refusing a glass at a Whitaker gala would attract little attention. Tonight, however, every eye in New York seemed determined to watch her. She still wanted to keep her baby a secret for a little longer, but if she completely steered away from alcohol, she wondered if it would be too noticeable. Just an hour later, they arrived at the Whitaker’s residence. Built on a vast generational land, it took another
Phones ringing, the PR department running around in chaos. Calls coming one after another. When they thought they'd managed to control the situation, just when they finally managed to send all the reporters away, they immediately swarmed back in. All just because of a single post made from an anonymous account.Adrian’s heart sank. He knew who did it—the one behind the account. What he didn’t know was that she would actually do it.Why? He had defended her properly. He hadn’t exposed her, not even blaming her. People no longer thought she was a vicious, jealous wife. The situation was under control. He had told her it would. Why was she still mad?Gregory Abbott stood by his side, never not on call. Adrian himself was swamped, rejecting interview requests left and right. The HR department had been bugging him for a while. They had been since the first time the scandal happened. Their demand was clear: to suspend Julia Hall. He managed to convince them othe
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
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 tow
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







