I had indeed ordered that bottle.
But not for Rachel.
I opened it to celebrate finally seeing through the two of them—and deciding to cut ties for good.
My father was right.
Trash belongs in the trash bin.
Only when it’s cleared out can life feel clean again.
I thought that would be the end of it.
But the next day, Eric actually came to my company.
He looked haggard, his eyes bloodshot.
“Sophia, let’s talk.”
I told my secretary not to bother with tea and had him brought straight into my office.
“Talk about what?”
“How you helped someone else scam me, or how much you got swindled out of?”
My tone was ice-cold.
A flicker of shame crossed his face.
“Yesterday was Rachel’s fault. I already scolded her.”
“She was just swept up by all the fan attention.”
“She knows she was wrong. About the money… can you maybe…”
“No.” I cut him off flatly.
“Eric, you came here just to beg me to return her money?”
“I wasn’t…” he rushed to explain. “I’m worried about you.”
“Sophia, I know you have issues with Rachel because of the past, but you can’t handle it this way…”
