Chapter 332

Felix pulled out his phone with a grin.

"Next round's on me."

He quickened his pace to catch up with Ethan and slid into the backseat.

Ethan massaged his temples.

"That took a while."

"Come on, Roscente. You were pretending to be drunk just to ask about her, weren't you?" Felix nudged him with his shoulder.

Ethan leaned back, eyes closed.

"Not interested."

"Then why ask?"

"A warning." Ethan opened his eyes.

"Sophia Sherwood has high standards."

Felix choked on his words.

He muttered, "Just got her number for drinks. That's all."

"But damn, she's still stunning. Probably single, right? Think I—"

The engine roared to life, cutting him off.

The car stopped in front of an unfamiliar villa. Felix blinked.

"Where is this? You moved?"

"Marital home." Ethan tossed the words over his shoulder as he strode inside.

Felix froze.

The driver whispered, "Miss Laurent used to live here. Mr. Roscente just repurchased it."

Felix sucked in a sharp breath.

Outside the club, Sophia clenched her purse strap.

"Seen enough?"

A man stepped from the shadows, cigarette dangling from his lips.

Sophia whirled around.

"Victor Roscente—he was married?"

Victor exhaled a slow stream of smoke.

"Divorced."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Does it matter?" He flicked ash from his cigarette.

"The Marketing Director position is yours now."

He took a step closer.

"Remember—I can put you there, and I can take you down."

The cigarette glowed in the dark.