Chapter 142

Ethan's knuckles turned white, veins bulging on the back of his hand. He shoved Sophia away with a hoarse growl. "Get out!"

Her coat slipped to the floor. The black camisole clung to her curves, pale skin glowing under the lights.

She lunged at him again, undeterred.

"Ethan, you're clearly suffering." Her fingers trailed down his dress shirt. "Let me help you."

His breathing grew ragged, but his gaze turned glacial.

Sophia rose on her tiptoes, lips parting. Just before contact, a powerful shove sent her sprawling.

"Ah!"

Ethan strode away without a backward glance.

Scrambling up with her strap slipping, she chased after him. "Ethan! You can't treat me like this!"

Whispers erupted down the hallway.

"Is that Sophia Evans?"

"Dressed like that... tsk tsk..."

"Quick, take a picture!"

By the time she reached the lobby, his sports car was already peeling away. She deliberately collapsed on the steps, wailing. "Ethan! I fell!"

The taillights vanished around the corner.

Her fists clenched until nails bit into palms. Her carefully laid plans—ruined.

"Why..." Tears splattered the marble. "What does she have that I don't?"

Camera flashes lit up her crumpled form. Too enraged to care, she pounded the ground.

This failure made the next attempt far more difficult.