Todos los capítulos de Playing Mrs. Beckett: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

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

Dinner wound down the way Whitaker events always did. Slowly, warmly, with Mrs. Whitaker extracting promises from everyone before she would let them leave."You'll visit next week," she told Sophie. Her voice was firm, a signal that it was not a question."I'll try, Mrs. Whitaker.""You will visit next week," she repeated, putting emphasis on each word.Sophie could only laugh. "Yes, Mrs. Whitaker."Only then did the older woman seem satisfied. She held Sophie's hands for a moment, slightly longer than necessary. Her kind eyes searched Sophie’s in a way that was reassuring."You're doing well," Mrs. Whitaker finally said. "Bett

Adrian walked to the reception and asked for Sophie. The answer he received was, “Mrs. Beckett is in a quarterly review meeting. Is it urgent? I can try to relay your message, Mr. Beckett.”Quarterly review meeting. Sophie ran it more seriously than Adrian thought.“No, it’s okay,” he said. “I will just wait here.”He watched the employees move about. Just like how Sophie set up a system at home, she had set something up here as well. They moved in a coordinated manner, restocking and replacing displays. He then had a talk with one of the people from management, and he just showed Adrian a few reports with very few resistance.Sophie really never planned to hide anything from him. He just didn’t bother asking.

The rest of their meal went uneventfully. Jessica Ballard offered to pay, then recommended Sophie some fruit juice when she refused to have coffee. They talk further about the senate, then a little bit about Meadow Lane. Jessica Ballard disclosed that she owned some of their shirts, as well as her mother. "Mother was thrilled when she heard you owned Meadow Lane. She said if Mrs. Whitaker and Mrs. Beckett are both wearing it, she'll finally have an excuse to replace her wardrobe." Then, Sophie’s thirty minutes was almost up, so she said her goodbye, thanked Jessica for her patronage, and went back to Wright Textile.She was up against an unpredictable battlefield, and she could feel her heart thumping. It had truly been a while. She followed the assistant to Mr. Wright’s office. When the sliding door opened, Sophie took a deep breath.“Mrs. Beckett,” Mr. Wright’s dignified voice carried through the room. His chair turned, revealing his seasoned figure. Each wrinkle on his face a sig

Meanwhile, on the other side of New York.The moment Adrian stepped foot at the headquarters, Gregory and a few other executives swarmed him. In front of the other employees, they tried to appear calm. But if the traces of sweat on their temple were any indicator, they were no doubt panicking.Gregory Abbott was the first one to step forward. “There’s an urgent delivery for you, sir.”Adrian frowned. What could be more important than their future funding crisis?But Gregory continued with a gravely serious expression. “It’s from the court house.”That stopped Adrian in his tracks. His hand froze, just for a slight moment, before he lifted his head and met Gregory’s concerned eyes. “The courthouse?”“Yes,” Gregory confirmed.Adrian extended his arms, wordlessly demanding to see the papers. Gregory could only obey. “Mrs. Beckett is serious enough to bring this to court, sir. Should I contact the legal team?”“No,” Adrian said, almost automatic. He read the divorce petition line-by-lin