Chapter 140

Ethan Roscente pushed open the door.

The dining table was lavishly set with exquisite dishes. He took his seat without hesitation.

"Let's eat."

Sophia Evans beamed with practiced charm. "I prepared all this specially for you. Tell me if it suits your taste."

His eyes skimmed over the elaborate spread, appetite absent.

A memory surfaced—three years ago, after the car accident. During his overseas recovery, that woman had cooked for him daily. Her culinary skills were exceptional.

Too bad it had been so long since he'd tasted her cooking.

Not since Vivian Laurent stunned everyone at the tycoon's birthday banquet with her Jade Gambling skills. His ex-wife had vanished from his radar since then. He wondered what she'd been up to.

"Ethan?"

Sophia's voice pulled him back.

"Nothing." He picked up his chopsticks.

She raised her wine glass. "Let's toast to celebrate."

The deep red liquid concealed secrets unknown to him.

"You're not well. Don't drink."

Her heart warmed at his concern. He still cared.

"Then I'll have juice." She poured herself a glass, lips curving in a hidden smile.

Tonight would be unforgettable. Beneath her coat, only a seductive camisole waited for the drugs to take effect.

"Thank you for always being so patient with me."

"Hmm."

"Oh, an international director is casting for a lead role. I'd love to audition..."

Her usual tactic. One nod from Ethan, and her agent would handle the rest.

"Talk to your agent."

Her smile faltered momentarily. Another reminder—all this privilege came only because of Alexander Roscente.

"Cheers." She forced a bright smile, lifting her glass.

Ethan drained his wine in one go.

Sophia watched his Adam's apple bob, pulse accelerating.

The plan had succeeded.