Chapter 25
Sophia's heart clenched. She turned sharply, meeting Isabella Valentine's knowing gaze.
Her fingers trembled slightly as the anonymous text flashed through her mind.
Suppressing her racing pulse, she shook her head calmly. "Just stomach issues."
She reached into her bag, retrieving a pill bottle and swallowing one with practiced ease.
Thankfully, she'd had the foresight to swap her antacids for prenatal vitamins last night.
Isabella glanced at the label, concern flickering. "You should be resting. Let me inform Mr. Roscente—"
"Chronic condition." Sophia rattled the bottle. "From irregular meals in college. The pills help."
"You're so resilient." Isabella blinked. "I'd have called my boyfriend immediately. Daniel would be devastated seeing you like this."
Sophia's stomach churned.
That scum didn't deserve the title.
She checked her watch instead. "The project draft needs revisions."
As she turned, the diamond on Isabella's ring finger caught the light—harsh, blinding.
Back at her desk, she gulped half a glass of water to steady herself.
The rhythmic keyboard clicks gradually anchored her focus.
The lunch bell had barely sounded when commotion erupted at reception.
"Delivery for Ms. Lowell!"
A deliveryman stood grinning, holding a plastic bag. "Mr. Clementson sent drinks for you and your colleagues."
Sophia's pupils contracted.
How did Daniel know she worked at Roscente Group?
Stranger still—how had this courier bypassed security to reach the executive floor?
Her gaze dropped to the discount bubble tea, its "Buy One Get One" sticker glaring.
The office fell dead silent.
"Six-dollar drinks?" Lisa from Finance twirled a straw, smirking. "Your boyfriend's quite the economist, Sophia."
Maggie at the next workstation muttered, "Who serves sugar water in the executive suite?"
The deliveryman added cheerfully, "Mr. Clementson insisted on hot ones. Said it's gentler on your stomach."
Sophia studied the condensation beading on the cup. Then she laughed.
Daniel's performance was truly... meticulous.