Chapter 314

"Is that so?" Ethan Roscente's icy gaze swept over Dominic Valrose like a blade. "Mr. Valrose should be careful. Too much agitation might cause sudden death."

Dominic's back broke out in cold sweat as he suppressed his fury. "Your advice is noted, Mr. Roscente."

Once Dominic left, Sophia Lowell immediately pulled away from the arm around her waist. "Thank you for stepping in, Mr. Roscente. I'll take my leave now."

"Quick with gratitude, quicker with rejection." Ethan's lips curled into a cold smile. "Ms. Lowell, your talent for burning bridges is truly unparalleled."

Sophia pressed her lips together and turned to leave.

Ethan grabbed her slender wrist. "Did I say you could go?"

"Stay?" Sophia arched a brow mockingly. "To watch you and Ms. Valentine canoodling?"

He suddenly leaned in, his warm breath brushing her ear. "Jealous?" His fingers lightly pinched the tip of her nose. "I didn't say anything when you were busy attracting admirers."

Sophia turned her face away. "Have some self-respect, Mr. Roscente."

She struggled, but he only tightened his grip, pulling her closer. "I'll take you home."

"No need—"

"Ethan!"

Isabella Valentine's voice rang out from nearby. Sophia's heart twisted. She dug her nails into Ethan's side, making him wince and loosen his hold. Seizing the chance, she slipped free and ran off without looking back.

Ethan moved to follow, but Isabella had already latched onto his arm. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

He coldly pulled away. "What is it?"

"Your coat has been sent to the dry cleaners." Isabella smiled sweetly.

"Throw it out."

Several business partners approached, surrounding Ethan. Isabella watched Sophia disappear down the hall, a flicker of malice in her eyes.

In the hotel corridor, Zachary Evans stood waiting with luggage.

"Everything's here. Thank you." Sophia checked the items, her tone distant.

Zachary peered behind her. "Mr. Roscente isn't coming back with you?"

"Mr. Evans." Sophia paused. "Ethan and I ended long ago. Now it's just a matter of debt. Remember that."

"But Mr. Roscente doesn't actually love—"

"I saw her." Sophia cut him off. "They're getting married. Why drag me into this?" She wearily closed her suitcase. "It's all so pointless."

Zachary hurried to explain, "Mr. Roscente doesn't—"

The door slammed shut in his face, cutting off his words.