Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Disassociating Relations
With just one sentence, it was as if a spark had ignited Justin Battleson. There was now an additional hint of coldness in his gaze.
"Good then."
Justin Battleson practically squeezed that sentence out through his gritted teeth. Then he turned around and walked briskly away with long strides.
Sophie Allen watched as the tall figure disappeared around the corner before finally withdrawing her gaze.
Just hang in there a bit longer, and she’d soon be free from him.
With that thought in mind, Sophie felt less weary all at once.
At that moment, Abigail Taylor asked her to serve some wine in another private room, so she briskly went on her way.
She seemed to have forgotten everything that happened that night; she worked until eight in the morning, clocking out precisely on time.
In the dressing room, she twisted her neck, relieving the tension in it with a few audible cracks, which invigorated her considerably.
"Look at how tired you are. Are you holding up alright?" Abigail stuffed her work clothes into her locker and asked while getting dressed.
Sophie cracked a smile and responded, "I’m ok, I’ll get used to it."
"Alright, as long as you’re okay," Abigail closed her locker once she finished speaking.
She then took out her car keys and dangled them in front of Sophie, "Let’s get going, I’ll give you a lift."
"Thank you, Abigail."
"What’s with the formalities?"
Abigail said while patting Sophie’s shoulder, leading her out with a smile.
The entrance to Blue Tone.
In an unnoticeable corner, two women pretended to sip their coffee but continued to peek at the entrance of Blue Tone every now and then.
"Mom, how come that jerk hasn’t come out yet? Has she been serving men inside?" Emily Allen complained, her small delicate face full of malice.
Mia Stewart took a sip of her coffee, cleared her throat, and said calmly, "Don’t be impatient. Even if she were serving men, she needs to come out through the main door. I’ve checked; Blue Tone has only this one door."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Abigail and Sophie came out.
"Mom, look!" Emily, overwhelmed with excitement, stood up and pointed at them.
Mia pulled Emily back down, "What are you doing? Don’t let them see us!"
"Mom, what should we do now? That jerk Sophie has Abigail for her protector... We can’t do anything, can we?" Emily frowned, unhappy.
Before she finished, Sophie got into Abigail’s car, which agitated Emily even more, "She’s gotten into her car... Surely we can’t get Abigail involved as well?"
Mia sighed and watched as Abigail’s car disappeared into the distance.
"She lucked out this time, Emily. Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of chances to deal with her in the future."
As she spoke, Mia Stewart’s seductive fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, her flaming red lips curling into a smirk, "As if she can stick with Abigail forever? As if Abigail can be her protector forever?"
In the morning rush hour at eight o’clock, while everyone else was going to work, Abigail and Sophie were heading back. The opposite direction was clear, making their trip unimpeded compared to those stuck in persistent traffic.
Abigail drove all the way to the underground garage Sophie rented. Looking over the cramped, confined space, Abigail sighed with sympathy.
"Why are you putting yourself through this? You know, a reasonably sized unit isn’t that expensive. Living here really does you an injustice." Abigail’s eyebrows knit slightly as she glanced around, sighing.
Sophie simply smiled, handed Abigail a cup of water, and didn’t say a word.