CHAPTER 83: CHAPTER 83: THIS IS A MAN’S BUSINESS

"Sophia Lowell, I’ve had my share of fun, but I’ve never crossed the line."

Sophia was surprised by Young Master Gordon’s sincerity.

It was rare for someone to describe indecency so elegantly.

"I’m sorry, Young Master Gordon, I can’t help you with this." She refused outright.

If the investigation proved to be true as Young Master Gordon claimed, the Liao and Qin families would undoubtedly cause a stir again.

In the end, it would only implicate herself and bring unnecessary trouble to Zane Sterling.

The matters between them had concluded by now; she didn’t want to be involved any further.

Sophia pondered for a moment.

"Rest assured, I won’t speak of this matter."

She turned and walked away.

Young Master Gordon looked deflated like a punctured ball.

He didn’t bother Sophia.

Because he knew Sophia’s character well, when she said she wouldn’t tell, she wouldn’t.

Sophia wiped the sweat off her hands, feeling tense inside.

Even though the child in Sienna Lawson’s womb wasn’t Henry Quinn’s,

it was true that the two of them had slept together.

No matter what the outcome, this relationship was a fact set in stone.

As soon as she stepped into the elevator, she saw Henry Quinn leaning inside.

He stared intently at Sophia, his eyes filled with wickedness and anger.

He didn’t come out.

Sophia didn’t go in.

The two stood off against each other.

The elevator doors opened and closed.

"So, you’ve been with the old man and the fresh meat, just not willing to be with me?"

"You’re sick!"

Sophia turned to leave, but Henry Quinn pulled her into the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor.

She was pinned against the cold wall.

The elevator lightly swayed.

"Let me go!"

Despite wearing sneakers today, and Henry Quinn being only slightly taller than her, she still couldn’t resist his strength.

Her hands were pinned above her head, her chest pressed together, drawing attention.

Henry couldn’t help but glance, noticing the red marks against her pale skin today.

His eyes darkened, a surge of heat rushing through him.

His body, out of control, wanted to...

His gaze suddenly became as gentle and soft as water.

"Sophia, consider me..."

He reached out and wrapped his arm around Sophia’s slender waist.

The two fit seamlessly together.

Sophia struggled desperately.

"Consider? Your little firecracker, leave it for your right hand!"

Though she hadn’t gone that far with Henry Quinn,

he had wanted to take things further, but Sophia had rejected him.

At that time, she had seen it.

It was up a bit, but the feel of it...

That thing lasted no longer than three seconds.

Matched his height,

neither was satisfactory.

Thinking back to her own man,

now that’s someone outstanding!

Sophia didn’t know what spell she was under back then.

To have ended up with such trash...

Now thinking about it, Sienna’s child was likely Young Master Gordon’s, undoubtedly.

"You look down on me that much?" Henry wanted to say more.

The elevator door opened, a group of people stepped in.

No one found it strange, no one cared, nor wanted to intervene.

Sophia lowered her head in shame, trying to seize the chance to escape his grasp.

Henry, still considerate, let go of her hands, shielding her from view.

Until the elevator ascended again, and people gradually departed.

Sophia tried to leave, but Henry held onto her hand, not letting her go.

The elevator continued to rise.

"I think you’re mad!"

Sophia felt her heart was too soft.

She should find an opportunity to get rid of him!

"Sophia, you know, my marriage with Sienna is just a formality. I don’t care who you’re with in private, it doesn’t bother me!"

Sophia snickered, "Don’t assume every man is like you, and don’t think leaving you is as dire as you imagine. Perhaps your brain dried up with the amniotic fluid at birth?"

The deities showered wisdom upon the world; some use a basin to catch it, others use their hands; you, on the other hand, not only don’t catch it but stop others from doing so—utterly foolish!"

Henry couldn’t tolerate Sophia’s accusations.

Though both were equally flawed, she was pushing herself into the mud.

"We’re clearly the same type, acting all noble—think it’s straightforward to come by money, have some resources, huh?"

His eyes flared red.

Clutching Sophia’s hand with increasing force.

She frowned, struggling against it.

"Who the hell is like you?"

Ding—

The elevator door opened.

"You dare touch me, find the chance outside, I’ll beat you to death!!"

She struggled fiercely, trying to break free and escape.

"Dream on! Today, you’re mine!"

Henry found no other way to persuade her but to act forcibly.

He dragged her back, pulling her into his arms, tightly restraining her.

A face covered in alcohol-induced haze smothered her own.

"Get off..."

She turned her head away in disgust, constantly calling for help.

Thinking he wouldn’t dare act in such a public setting, she underestimated this trash.

Henry roughly grabbed her chin, trying to seal her lips.

Sophia first pushed his face away and punched him vigorously; he still wouldn’t let go.

No one came in as the elevator doors slowly closed.

She fiercely bit his hand.

The metallic taste of blood seeped across her lips.

Henry shoved her violently away.

Sophia slammed hard against the elevator wall.

Bam!

The elevator shook.

Henry, enraged, was about to strike her.

A large hand stopped the closing elevator door.

A kick sent Henry sprawling to the side.

He curled up.

His alcohol-dazed brain, combined with the impact, left him dazed for some time, slowly rising against the wall.

Sophia turned her head to see the man blocking the elevator door.

He looked like a beam of light.

Always illuminating her in the darkness.

She plunged into his embrace, her long-restrained tears flowing freely.

"You’re here!"

Holding the startled little woman tightly in his arms.

"Sorry, I came too late."

"No, no..."

She trembled all over, clinging even tighter.

Zane Sterling glanced at the nearby bodyguard.

"Leave him with a breath..."

After speaking, he bent down, lifting Sophia into his arms.

Sophia clung to his neck, her whole body buried against his chest.

——

Back in the car, Zane removed his coat, draping it over her.

Gently rubbing her still trembling shoulders.

Butler Langley raised the partition and started the car.

"Why did you come?"

Her choked, broken voice was heart-wrenching.

"I just finished with work and thought to pick you up. When I called and found you hadn’t brought your phone, I went to the booth and learned you’d been out for a while. Then I had Sean Farrell check the monitors."

"Sorry to trouble you again."

She couldn’t help but nuzzle further into Zane’s embrace.

Zane’s dark eyes tightened, holding her firmly.

"Silly girl, what are you saying?"

"I told him we were married, but he just wouldn’t believe it."

"That’s a man’s affair, I’ll handle it." He reassured her, his deep eyes frighteningly dark.

"Do you want to kill him?"

Sophia jolted, glancing at Zane.

Zane’s eyes instantly turned gentle.

He brushed her hair, smiling warmly.

"I wouldn’t. We’re upstanding citizens, after all, not doing bad deeds."

"I thought I heard..."

"You misheard."

Zane pulled her onto his lap.

Sophia fell into his embrace, the searing warmth quickly engulfing her.

"Mmm..."

Butler Langley’s fingers fumbled over the steering wheel.

Their boss didn’t consider anyone else present.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if ready to devour someone whole.

Aiming to absorb all the essence from her body.