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Sophia requested these big V’s to harshly criticize Leah for framing her, even better if they could drag the Jones Group into the article. She told them that price was negotiable, however…
“People always talk about how Weibo big V’s take whatever jobs they’re offered for money but it’s not just that, we have our principles too. To be honest, someone already contacted me last night and offered me similar demands so I can’t accept your request now!”
“You’re really lucky, a man contacted me earlier with the same orders as you. You can save your money now!”
Sophia contacted several big V’s, only to receive the same replies from every one of them. Each of them had already accepted a similar order and asked her not to waste her time and money.
She tried to ask who the man was but they were adamant about protecting their client’s privacy, so they refused to disclose the man’s personal information.
Nevertheless, Sophia could easily guess who the person was. She licked her dry lips as she dialed Charles’s number.
“What is it?” The call was connected in seconds and he answered the call with a somewhat suppressed joy in his voice.
For the first time in a long while, she had made the first move and called him first.
Sophia switched the phone to her other hand as she kicked the pebbles on the ground. “The man who contacted the big V’s on Weibo… Did you do it?”
“No,” Charles replied.
Sophia immediately let out a breath of relief, grateful that she did not owe him a favor. At the same time, however, she felt an indescribable emptiness in her heart.
“I’m swamped with work at the office so I had Mr. Lewis handle it,” Charles continued after a short pause, “Where are you now?”
Sophia hesitated slightly before responding with the community neighborhood’s name.
“Stay there, I’m coming to pick you up,” Charles said before hanging up the phone, not giving her the chance to turn down his offer.
Sophia stared down at her phone screen that had returned to her homepage and frowned. She put her phone away and hailed the empty taxi that just passed by.
As the taxi stopped before her, a mother ran over with a little girl.
Seeing that Sophia had hailed the available taxi, the little girl began crying. “Mommy, the aunty called for the taxi, I won’t be… I won’t be able to make it for my performance anymore…”
“You can go ahead, I’m not in a hurry.” After the mother and daughter thanked Sophia graciously, she took a few steps backward.
Soon, another empty taxi passed by. Sophia’s arm was about to reach out to hail the taxi before she slowly lowered her arm. She kicked the pebblestones absentmindedly as her mind wandered to the past.
She remembered participating in a competition when she was nine and the family driver just happened to be away.
Although her mother had a driving license, she never dared to drive herself. However, at that time, her mother gritted her teeth and drove her to the competition venue just so she could make it in time. By the time they arrived at the venue, her mother’s legs had turned into jelly and she could barely walk.
Sophia took a deep breath as the image of her mother sobbing flashed across her mind and a rush of emotions surged through her head.
If Leah had not planned the car accident, would she still be the defiant Sophia that everyone hated? Would they still be together as a happy family?
Honk!
A car horn suddenly sounded.
Sophia’s trail of thoughts was interrupted. She looked up in surprise and was a little surprised when she saw the Bentley parked next to her. “... How did you get here so quickly?”
“I was afraid you would leave.” Charles got out of the car and moved to the passenger’s seat side to open the door. “Get in.”
Sophia’s opened her mouth slightly but did not speak. She walked over to the passenger’s seat, got in, and fastened her seatbelt.
“You’re not fit to practice driving now so maybe you can take the theory paper first, and we’ll have you start with driving lessons once your leg has recovered,” Charles said as he started the car.
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