Chapter 333

Sophia Sherwood stood at the entrance of the clubhouse, her fingers absently tracing the edges of her clutch.

She remembered the year they graduated high school when rumors about Roscente Group's impending bankruptcy spread like wildfire.

Without hesitation, she had chosen to study abroad, planning to return when Ethan Roscente hit rock bottom—to become his savior.

When news broke of Ethan's miraculous turnaround, she felt a pang of regret for missing her chance to help him in his darkest hour.

Yet she still took pride in his success.

The year she graduated college, news of Ethan's car accident made her hesitate again.

She refused to waste her youth on a disabled man and remained overseas.

Only months ago, upon hearing of Ethan's recovery and return, did hope rekindle in her heart.

Victor Roscente's appearance was perfectly timed.

He promised to help her get close to Ethan—in exchange for stealing Roscente Group's trade secrets.

Both parties entered this partnership with ulterior motives.

Sophia was lost in thought when a black Maybach pulled up to the clubhouse entrance.

A tall woman stepped out, her hair pulled into a sleek chignon, wearing a tailored skirt suit.

Her delicate features looked meticulously sculpted, every movement exuding grace and confidence.

Sophia's grip tightened around her clutch.

She had always been confident in her beauty, but this woman made her feel threatened for the first time.

Vivian Laurent walked straight into the clubhouse without glancing around, checking her phone briefly.

When asking the attendant for the private dining room, she clearly mentioned Ethan Roscente's name.

Sophia's pupils constricted.

She stared daggers at Vivian's retreating figure, jealousy and suspicion churning inside her.

Ethan had already left—why was this woman claiming to pick him up?

"Another gold digger," Sophia sneered inwardly.

She despised women who relied on their looks to take shortcuts.

Vivian suddenly turned, meeting Sophia's hostile gaze head-on.

She frowned slightly, certain she didn't know this stranger.

"Mr. Roscente and Mr. Valdemar have already left," the attendant informed, making Vivian click her tongue in annoyance.

Clutching her car keys, she turned on her heel and left, cursing herself for meddling.

Watching Vivian walk away, a dark glint flashed in Sophia's eyes.

She pulled out her phone and swiftly photographed Vivian's license plate.