Chapter 133
Author: Albs Pen
last update2025-12-21 23:50:21
Sophia was still standing by the window when her phone vibrated again in her hand.

She barely glanced at the screen before answering, her fingers stiff and her heartbeat already tightening with dread.

“Ethan?” she said, her voice strained.

“Yes,” his voice came through, calmer than before, measured and controlled, as though he had already settled into the role of bearer of bad news.

“I just got off the phone with the stakeholders involved in the disbursement of the funds we sent to your company.”

Sophia turned away from the window, her reflection briefly catching her eye—pale, tense, and unrecognizable.

She crossed the office slowly and sank into her chair, gripping the edge of the desk as though it were the only thing anchoring her.

“And?” she asked.

There was a brief pause on the line. It was subtle, but she felt it.

“They explained everything to me,” Ethan continued carefully.

“Sophia… the situation is more complicated than I thought.”

Her fingers curled tightly agai
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