After a long pause, he suddenly stepped closer, towering over me. Whatever pretense of warmth lingered in his eyes was gone, replaced by something sharp, oppressive—almost menacing.
“Sophia, you’re always so relentless. I’m your fiancé. Couldn’t you give me just a little respect?”
I lifted my gaze to meet his, my expression calm—so calm it was almost cold.
“Respect isn’t meant to be a mask for shame,” I said coolly.
“If you want to pave the way for someone already condemned by the industry, then do it openly with the Miller Family’s resources—not under the guise of ‘doing it for my own good,’ forcing her into my team.”
No sooner had my words fallen than the sound of hesitant footsteps came from the doorway.
A timid figure peeked in.
It was Chloe Davis.
She wore a plain white blouse, head bowed, clutching the contract tightly in her hands. Her eyes flickered nervously.
“Sophia… I—I didn’t mean anything else. I just want a fresh start.
I know what happened back then hurt you, but I was young and foolish. It was a mistake…”
I let out a sharp, humorless laugh.
“A mistake? You call stealing my work, submitting it to a competition, and pretending it was flawless—just a mistake?