All Chapters of Playing Mrs. Beckett: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The front door opened before Sophie managed to say anything. Mrs. Whitaker hurried outside with an apron still tied around her waist, followed by two servants carrying Sophie’s luggage.“There you are!” she exclaimed, immediately opening Sophie’s door. “You poor child. Look at how pale you are.”“I was discharged, Mrs. Whitaker. That means I’m fine.”“It means the hospital no longer wants to feed you.”Sophie looked over the elderly lady’s shoulder and saw Oliver walking out with another suitcase in hand. He placed it beside the others before giving Sophie a small wave.“You too?”Oliver shrugged.

Sophie woke up the next morning feeling lighter.The heaviness inside her chest had not completely disappeared, and perhaps it never would. But for the first time since leaving the courthouse, she no longer felt like she was forcing herself to move forward. Yesterday, she cried until there were no tears left. Mrs. Whitaker stayed with her the entire time, saying very little. Somehow, that was enough.Breakfast was already waiting downstairs.Mrs. Whitaker had offered to send everything to her room, but Sophie refused. She had spent too many mornings eating alone inside the penthouse. Now that someone was waiting for her downstairs, she had no intention of hiding inside another room.When she entered the dining room, Edmund was already there, reading several reports while slowly drinking orange juice. Oliver occupied the seat across from him, though from the way he leaned back, it was obvious he had no intention of touching the newspaper Mrs. Whitaker insisted he read every morning.So

Even with Adrian withdrawing from public eyes, problems still hit Beckett Holdings. The public opinion settled, yet the business still declined. Partners who still had a chance to back out immediately tried to pull their agreement out. They were even willing to pay for the severance fee.Adrian massaged his temple as he saw the reports. If only one or two of them, he’d understood. But seven? Even one that he considered his initial partner alongside Calden Finance?Adrian had chosen carefully who he’d partnered with. Those who were famous for honoring contracts they’d signed, and rarely ever withdrew if the problem was not critical enough. What currently befell Adrian was essentially his private matter, so why did they react this strongly?He leaned back to his chair, in his quiet home office. He almost expected Sophie to open the door, asking him if he wanted something along with his coffee. Every time he had to work from home, Sophie would look so excited, preparing all kinds of thin

When Sophie arrived at Le Ciel, Oliver was already hanging out outside.“Are you that excited?”“Yeah,” Oliver admitted it readily. “I have something to take care of around here. Picked the nearest place I could find.”“Don’t gentlemen usually choose the place closest to the lady?”Oliver shrugged. “Hey, you told me to pick.”“That I did,” she nodded. “So, you got us a table?”“Yes. Let’s go.”Oliver opened a door for her, confirmed his booking information. They followed the waiter to their assigned seat. A basket of cheese bread was waiting at their table, and Sophie’s face brightened at the sight.“You got this?”Oliver nodded. “Yes. Figured you’d enjoy something while we wait.”“Did you get anything else?”“No,” Oliver slid the menu book over. “I’d rather have a look together. Come on, what do you think we should get?”“Hmm,” Sophie read the items one by one. It seemed like a pretty standard French place, and she was rather starving. “I want something filling. Maybe I’ll get the st

"Mr. Beckett."Adrian looked up from the report in his hands. His legal director stood by his home office’s door with a thick folder tucked under his arm."The documents you requested.""Leave them there."The man placed the folder on Adrian's desk, and Adrian immediately opened it. Inside was a complete list of every partner Beckett Holdings had lost since the divorce became public. Construction companies, logistics providers, insurers, packaging manufacturers, financing firms. They belonged to entirely different industries and had no obvious connection with one another. At first glance, the withdrawals looked almost random.His finger tapped lightly against the desk as he read through the report for the second time. No company willingly paid a penalty fee unless they expected to gain something greater elsewhere. If so many businesses had reached the same decision within such a short period of time, someone had to be coordinating it behind the scenes. Someone influential enough that