Chapter Ninety SevenElena’s POVThe moment Sophia’s Ferrari crunched into the restaurant wall, silence fell like a bomb. Cement dust rose in the air. Bricks cracked. Workers froze. Someone screamed. And I just stood there, staring at the glittering pieces of her bumper scattered across the ground like broken jewels.“What the hell is wrong with you?” I finally shouted, my voice trembling.Sophia stepped out of the Ferrari dramatically, flipping her hair like she was arriving at a runway instead of a crime scene.“It’s your fault,” she said casually. “You stressed me. You refused me. So my hand slipped on the wheel.”My mouth fell open.Brian rushed to my side immediately. “Are you insane? You could have killed someone!”Sophia scoffed. “Relax, pastor boy. I hit a wall, not your little charity case.”Before I could respond, a sleek black SUV pulled up. Police officers stepped out. Then, like a demon summoned on cue, a sharp-faced lawyer in a silver suit approached Sophia with a smile
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