Chapter 106

Sophia Evans' gaze settled on Felix Valdemar, her lips curving into a perfectly measured smile. "Felix, long time no see."

"Sophia?" Felix blinked in surprise. "Weren't you abroad?"

As Ethan Roscente's childhood friend, he knew Sophia well. Though unaware of their complicated history, he'd noticed Ethan's special consideration for this woman.

"I just returned today." Sophia tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I heard about the race and came to watch. Is Ethan competing? Which car is his?"

Her eyes shimmered as she spoke, every gesture exuding elegance. The moment Victoria Roscente told her about Ethan's divorce, she'd booked the first flight back.

This was destiny's gift.

The title of Mrs. Roscente would be hers.

She'd been observing from the shadows. That woman standing beside Ethan was AN from the International Perfumery Awards. That breathtaking face set off alarm bells in Sophia's mind.

No wonder she'd felt instant dislike upon their first meeting.

Now she understood—this woman also coveted Ethan.

Their intimacy stung Sophia's eyes. With practiced subtlety, she'd tampered with the red sports car. At such speeds, any accident would be...

Felix pointed to the track. "Ethan's racing. The black one's his."

"How nostalgic." Sophia sighed softly. "Feels like yesterday when we all raced together."

Isabella Langley stood nearby, her stomach churning.

The woman's pretentious act made her nauseous.

"Ugh!" The sound escaped before she could stop it.

Felix turned with concern. "Isabella, are you okay?"

"Fine." Isabella covered her nose. "Just caught a whiff of something foul. Can't tell where that disgusting stench is coming from."

Felix looked bewildered.

Sophia's expression flickered before smoothing over. "Felix, is this your girlfriend?" Her tone dripped faux concern. "I've heard olfactory hallucinations can indicate health issues. Should she see a doctor?"

"She's not my girlfriend!" Felix denied hastily.

"Who'd want to date you?" Isabella rolled her eyes at Sophia. "Of course you can't smell your own stench. At least you're self-aware—just shameless as hell."

She smirked coldly. "How does something this repulsive even exist? Wait, calling you 'something' insults actual objects."