Chapter 50
Nina grasped Sophie’s hand, their closeness apparent.
In their entire graduate class, each student belonged to high society, making relationships exceptionally complex.
Upon joining the class, Sophie had discreetly surveyed everyone, confident that the others had done the same.
Nina led Sophie to her car and drove to a nearby club. Exiting the car, they found that a private room had already been reserved. Contrasting with the noisy exterior the private room was relatively quiet
As soon as the door opened, Sophie spotted Harold lounging on a
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He was dressed in punk attire, his gaze colder than usual, his inherently stem face now exuding a wild aura.
Sophie had recognized the car behind Nina and knew Harold wanted to see her. Sure enough, Nina left at just the right time.
Now, it was just Sophie and Harold in the room.
“Harold, was it necessary to meet here?” Sophie asked.
She turned to leave, but the room’s door was almady shut. Still, Sophie wasn’t afraid. As James‘ wife, Harold wouldn’t dare harm her, which emboldened her to come alone.
“It’s safe here, unnoticed
“The news of a late–night meeting between the younger Aldridge son and James‘ newlywed could scandalize both families, Sophie shrugged indifferently. Tm already notonous. A bit more won’t hurt. But what about your brother? Would he skin you if he knew?”
Sophie knew Harold’s vulnerabilities well.
Harold narrowed his eyes dangerously and stepped closer, his large frame casting a shadow over Sophie, “No one plays me. You’re the
first
His voice was low and seductive, his words laden with meanings.
Sophie raised an eyebrow, “Harold, that’s not fair. When have I ever played you?”
“From the first meeting, you did it on purpose, didn’t you?”
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“Honestly, I did not.” Sophie’s expression was innocent, “Harold, are you suffering from paranoia?”
“Don’t act dumb. I can spot a lie instantly.” Harold chuckled, “But I truly didn’t expect you to be James‘ wife.”
Sophie replied seriously, “Everyone in Devonport knows I’m James‘ wife. It seems you’re the only one out of the loop.”
Harold frowned. He had just returned from abroad and wasn’t well–versed in recent local events. Moreover, he generally paid little attention to the social elite, so he was unfamiliar with the name Sophie.
“Enough, Harold, Drop the fantasies. I have no designs on you, and even if I did, it would be towards your brother.”
It was common knowledge that in the Aldridge family, only Gordon held real power, while his younger brother was merely a frivolous dependant.
“Stop right there!”
Harold grabbed Sophie’s wrist. Her casual remark had ignited his anger.
“So, you’re saying I’m less capable than my brother?”
“What do you think, Harold?”
His grip tightened suddenly. Even he knew that Sophie spoke the truth.
Suddenly, Harold laughed, his wild eyes twinkling mischievously, “The Burkes and my family have always been at odds. What if I did something to you today? Could you still be Mrs. Burke then?”
