Inside the presidential suite of the hotel, dim lights illuminated the room. Clothes were scattered all over the floor beside the three-meter-wide bed.
Sophia's long black hair was spread out on the white pillow, and her exquisitely beautiful face looked pale and transparent under the dim light.
A man whispered in her ear, his voice low and magnetic like a cello, but devoid of any emotion. "Don't move."
The next moment, Sophia gasped, and darkness engulfed her.
The man's heavy breathing sounded in Sophia's ear, making her feel like everything was unreal.
Suddenly, the man's hoarse but exceptionally clear and cold voice, with a hint of anger, rang out. "How dare you plot against me!"
Sophia didn't know how she got down from the bed.
But when she heard the man's angry voice behind her, she picked up her skirt from the floor in fright and ran out of the room like crazy...
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Garcia Family Manor.
"Master Garcia, am I beautiful, or is Sophia beautiful?"
"Sophia is nothing compared to you, my darling. You are the most beautiful."
Sophia hurriedly walked towards the study, but she could hear mocking laughter coming from inside.
This laughter woke her up from her dreamy thoughts, and the bruise on her wrist reminded her that something had happened.
At this moment, her hands, hanging by her sides, were clenched into white-knuckled fists, and an endless rage burst forth from her chest.Sophia's face was icy as she opened the door and walked in, only to be greeted by a nauseating scene.
She didn't even flinch, but calmly and coolly faced the man and woman before her.
With a tone of undisguised mockery, she said, "Joseph, if something goes wrong at our wedding tomorrow, you'll have to attend in a wheelchair."
Joseph, the CEO of Garcia Group, was sitting at his desk with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
His peach blossom eyes were full of disgust as he glanced at Sophia and coldly spat out one word with anger.
"Get out!"
Sophia's anger burned within her, but she wouldn't show Joseph a pained expression, because that's what he wanted to see.
"Joseph, don't forget that I'm your fiancée. So it's not me who should get out, but Harper,who's disheveled by your side."
Fiancée? Ha! They had only known each other for half a month, and they could count the words they had said to each other on their ten fingers.
It was he who was constantly in the news for being with various women, which allowed her to indirectly understand what kind of person he was.
Even if she didn't want Joseph anymore, she wouldn't let Harper, who was flaunting herself in front of her, get away with it!
She turned around and sneered at Harper, whose face was red with embarrassment.
"Harper, put on your clothes and get out of my house!"
Harper's beautiful face was flushed with anger and she clung to Joseph like an octopus.
"Joseph, she's being mean to me," she whined, her voice dripping with petulance.She looked at Sophia, who was wearing a long black dress and had long black hair that cascaded gently over her shoulders. Her face was stunningly beautiful and exuded an air of elegance.
Harper despised Sophia, who looked as pure and beautiful as a lily. In her eyes, Sophia must have been cozying up to dozens of old men behind their backs, otherwise how could she, as a poor girl, have climbed up to Joseph's high branch?
Joseph held Harper in his arms, his eyes blazing with anger. "Sophia, get out of here!"
In the face of Joseph's anger, Sophia showed no fear. Instead, she stopped sneering and smiled like a blooming cherry blossom in March, pure and ethereal.
"Get out? Who do you think you are?" She smirked, her cherry lips curling up. "If anyone's leaving, it's you and Harper!"
"Joseph, can you believe what she's saying? She's telling me to leave and you too! How shameless!" Harper immediately tried to provoke Joseph and, as the hostess, arrogantly accused Sophia, "Don't go too far, Joseph won't like you. It's you who should leave!"
"Am I too much? Who's the one being too much when you're with my fiancé in front of me?" Sophia sneered and chuckled. "Master Garcia doesn't like me, but he likes you. Why don't you go marry him the day after tomorrow? After all, you're a woman who accepts anyone."
Harper's face turned green after hearing Sophia's words.
"Sophia, you...you're the one who accepts anyone..."
"I'm not as promiscuous as you are." Sophia's smile turned into a sneer. Her face turned cold and her tone became sharp. "You have one minute to get out of here!"
Harper was so angry that she stomped her feet. She turned to Joseph and whined, "Joseph...Sophia is so shameless and she's insulting me. Please help me."Sophia's expression turned icy and she intimidated Joseph, saying, "She stays. Let her attend the wedding the day after tomorrow!"
Joseph's face turned extremely dark after hearing Sophia's words. He stared at her for a moment with some fear before turning to Harper and comforting her, "Baby, go back first. I'll come find you later."
Harper was stunned by Joseph's words. She couldn't believe that he wouldn't protect her after Sophia had insulted her so much.
But she saw the determination in his eyes, and with a face full of grievances, she glared fiercely at Sophia, her eyes full of malice and ridicule. "Sophia, Joseph's woman can only be me. Even if he marries you, he won't touch you! You can only be trampled under my feet for the rest of your life!"
Sophia raised her hand and slapped Harper hard across the face.
"You...how dare you hit me?" Harper couldn't believe what had just happened, feeling the burning pain on her face.
"I'll hit you if I want to. I don't pick days," Sophia's eyes were cold and her voice was bone-chilling. "Harper, who do you think you are? You're just a third party trying to trample on me. I don't want you, and you don't have the right to take anything from me. Get lost!"
With that, she raised her hand again to hit Harper.
Harper cried and ran away, knowing that there was still a long time to come, and she wouldn't let Sophia get away with it.
"Sophia, you have no shame!" Joseph watched Sophia drive Harper away, his eyes full of anger.
"If you had any shame, why didn't you play the hero and stop me from hitting Harper?" Sophia sneered, "Ha, you're just a scumbag."
"You said Harper would take anyone, but you're no different." Joseph's eyes were burning with anger, but he seemed to have thought of something, and his cold face suddenly broke into a mocking smile. "How was the feeling of being drunk last night?"
Sophia harbored a deep hatred towards Joseph for plotting against her, but she maintained a coquettish smile on her face.
"It feels great to be drunk," she said, her hand resting on her collarbone with a suggestive tone. "I'm particularly satisfied."
Joseph's face turned green as he saw Sophia's intoxicated expression. He exuded a chilling aura, and his peach blossom eyes seemed to want to tear Sophia apart. However, he changed his cold demeanor and smirked with a sense of superiority, saying with a hidden meaning, "Satisfied? You're really flattering yourself. Do you even know who you were with last night?"