Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Can’t Henry Hudson Afford You?
Watching the door close, Adam Ross allowed a hint of a mysterious smile to play upon his lips.
Interesting, interesting. No wonder Justin Battleson held her so close to his heart.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Justin Battleson’s number.
The call was quickly answered.
"You’d never guess who I ran into," Adam Ross protracted his words, his tone soft and teasing like a woman’s charm.
Justin Battleson’s voice was chillingly cold, inducing an involuntary shiver, "Who?"
"Sophie Allen, your soon-to-be ex-wife."
Justin Battleson’s brow furrowed slightly in response.
"Surprised, aren’t you? Fate works in strange ways, doesn’t it? Just as you were leaving, she was entering, bearing a bottle of red wine."
"Tsk tsk, no wonder you’re getting divorced, actually..."
"Dudu dudu...."
Before Adam Ross can finish speaking, the call is terminated abruptly from the other end.
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Adam Ross held it up, click his tongue in amazement, "Just as expected, ruthless. Ditching once finished using."
He absentmindedly swirled his wine glass, the gory red color agitating him even more. He lifted the delicate rim to his thin lips and took a light sip.
"Excellent."
After leaving Adam Ross’s room, Sophie Allen delivered wine to a few other rooms, after which she was left with nothing else to do.
She walked alone in the hallway, contemplating her dialogue with Adam Ross, and found that he was not as dreadful as the rumors suggested.
He was certainly attention-seeking, but not psychotic.
A love-deprived man, perhaps?
Perhaps Abigail Taylor had exaggerated a bit about him.
Entertaining such thoughts, Sophie Allen found herself amusing and chuckling.
She was struggling to get a hold on her own life - why bother thinking about others?
As she was immersed in her thoughts, from the corner of her eye, she saw a pair of familiar, well-polished leather shoes.
As she lifted her gaze, she was met with a cold, familiar face. She couldn’t help but feel a jolt in her heart. Yet, she feigned nonchalance, taking a detour.
As she passed by Justin Battleson, a sudden force gripped her hand.
Unlike Adam Ross’s cold touch, Justin Battleson’s palm was warm, but the force was stupendously strong, as if intending to crush her bones.
Sophie Allen took a sharp intake of breath, her eyes stinging. Yet, she remained silent.
"Mr. Battleson, did you wish to see me?"
Sophie Allen’s voice was disturbingly calm.
"What are you doing here?"
A chill ran through Justin Battleson’s words.
"As you can see, I’m in this uniform."
Sophie Allen didn’t back down.
She was wearing the Blue Tone Club manager’s uniform. Everyone knows that Justin Battleson is a top-tier VIP of the club, how could he not recognize it?
The air suffocated in silence for a few seconds, the atmosphere becoming oppressively heavy.
"You’re certainly brazen." Justin Battleson narrowed his star-bright eyes.
What a laughable statement!
"I earn my living with my capability, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of."
Sophie Allen’s voice was firm, neither servile nor overly proud.
She might not be as high-ranked as Justin Battleson, but when it came to her ability to sustain herself, she had every right to stand tall and speak her mind.
With a cold huff, Justin Battleson said, "You’re living with Henry Hudson, aren’t you? Why do you need to do this side gig? Can’t Henry Hudson support you?"
"You..."
Sophie Allen furrowed her brows, wanting to refute something, but the words stuck tight in her throat.
Never mind, they were getting a divorce after all. Why was there a need to explain so much to him?
Moreover, Justin Battleson derived pleasure from making sarcastic remarks and insulting others.
Especially when it came to mocking and vilifying her.
"Now, what? Can’t come up with any words?"
"What does Mr. Battleson want me to say?"
With her rhetorical question, Justin Battleson found himself at a loss for words.
What did he expect her to say?
Did he expect her to clarify her relationship with Henry Hudson wasn’t that kind?
Seeing Justin Battleson not speaking, Sophie Allen spoke again: "I’ll pay you back as soon as possible, Mr. Battleson. Rest assured."