Chapter 451

Her fingers tightened abruptly around the doorknob.

The image on the screen made Sophia's pupils constrict. Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Ethan Roscente.

The man who had sworn just last night how much he missed her was now intimately embracing another woman.

The glow of her phone screen cast a pale light across her face.

The familiar black Maybach sat parked downstairs.

She suddenly found it laughable.

Couldn't even wait to come straight from another woman's bed?

Such impeccable time management.

Sophia took a deep breath and closed the door again.

Screenshot. Save. Delete chat history.

All done in one fluid motion.

When the bedroom light went out, the atmosphere in the Maybach downstairs plummeted.

"Mr. Roscente, perhaps—" Zachary Evans barely got the words out before the light disappeared.

He awkwardly shut his mouth.

A cold laugh came from the backseat.

"Seems she doesn't want to see me."

Zachary ventured cautiously, "Did you... upset Ms. Lowell again?"

Everything had been fine this morning.

Ethan irritably loosened his tie. "I've been working all day. When would I have had time to upset her?"

Unless...

At the thought of that man with the surname Orlando, his expression darkened further.

"Take me back."

Ten minutes later.

Lights flickered on in the building across the way.

Ethan stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, glaring at the darkened apartment opposite.

The liquor swirled in his glass, reflecting his brooding expression.

This apartment had been a worthwhile purchase.

Now it served as the perfect vantage point for surveillance.

His phone screen lit up, then went dark again.

In the end, he didn't make the call.

The corner of his mouth lifted in self-mockery.

She wouldn't answer anyway.

Why humiliate himself?

Lately, everyone at Roscente Group's executive office walked on eggshells.

"Redo it!"

Documents slammed against the floor.

The secretary retreated shakily, nearly colliding with Zachary at the door.

"Another outburst?"

The secretary looked ready to cry. "All because the coffee wasn't the right temperature..."

Zachary sighed.

This wasn't about coffee.

It was about a certain someone's unrequited frustrations being taken out on the staff.