Chapter 269

Since becoming pregnant, Sophia had practically sworn off high heels. On the rare occasions she needed to wear them, she only chose low-heeled styles. The pair Ethan had picked for her tonight had terrifyingly tall stilettos.

She discreetly flexed her ankles, trying to ease the discomfort.

"Ethan, I'd like to discuss a few projects with you." A Hong Kong socialite approached with a champagne flute, speaking in flawless Cantonese.

The corner of Ethan's mouth lifted. "How could I refuse an invitation from my esteemed elder?"

Sophia was surprised to discover Ethan's Cantonese was so fluent. His accent and pronunciation made him sound like a true local.

She seized the chance to slip her arm free. "You two talk. I need to visit the ladies' room."

After receiving his nod, she hurried out of the banquet hall.

In the restroom, Sophia eagerly kicked off her heels. The cool marble tiles against her bare feet made her exhale in relief.

The woman in the mirror had flawless makeup, but exhaustion lingered in her eyes. After running around all day, she just wanted to collapse in their hotel room.

"Just a little longer," she encouraged her reflection.

After touching up her makeup, she took a deep breath and forced the heels back on. The moment she pushed the door open, a large hand clamped around her wrist.

Tyler Galatea's greasy face loomed inches from hers.

"Mr. Galatea, behave yourself!" She struggled violently but couldn't break free.

"Stop playing hard to get." He sneered. "No one in Hong Kong dares disrespect me."

His breath hit her face as he leaned closer. "What does Ethan Roscente amount to? Here, I make the rules."

Sophia's back hit the wall with nowhere left to retreat.

"You should consider the consequences," she said with forced calm, nails digging into her palms.

Tyler gripped her chin. "Consequences? After tonight, you'll be mine. If Ethan knows what's good for him, he'll hand you over without a fuss."

He roughly yanked at her shoulder strap. Sophia drove her knee hard between his legs. As he doubled over in pain, she turned and ran.

"You bitch!" Tyler roared, chasing after her.

At the corner, Sophia crashed into a familiar chest. Ethan caught her with one arm while his other hand effortlessly intercepted Tyler's swinging fist.

"Mr. Galatea." His voice was glacial. "You should've asked my permission before touching what's mine."