After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back by Riverflow

"What's the rush? You'll find out soon enough," Lucas replied coolly, his deep, magnetic voice laced with indifference.

Sophia's sense of dread intensified.

Suddenly, she stood up, saying, "If you two have things to discuss, I'll just leave."

She quickly headed for the door, but before she could reach it, she was met by five or six disheveled men being escorted in by the bodyguards. Each man looked filthier than the last, with some even covered in unsightly warts, making the sight revolting.

The bodyguards blocked her path. "Miss Winter, the matter isn't over yet. You can't leave."

Sophia's face paled as she eyed the men. "What are you planning to do?"

The bodyguards didn't answer. Instead, they pushed her back into the room and shut the door behind her.

stumbled, losing her balance—her prosthetic leg making it difficult to steady herself—and fell to the ground. Panic spread across her face as she looked up at Lucas, desperately asking, "Lucas, what's going on? What are you

approached Sophia with a small bottle. He grabbed her by the chin and forced the liquid inside

Sophia struggled, but she was no match for the bodyguard. Half the bottle's contents went

gasped, "What did you make me drink? What is this? Lucas, what are

at her with cold, piercing eyes. "Still

his feet and stood beside her, his gaze icy as he took in her pitiful state. "You've repeatedly plotted against her, yet now you have the nerve to ask what I'm doing?"

gripped her heart as she clutched at Lucas's pant leg, pleading, "Lucas, I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. I'll never do it again, I swear. Please, forgive me. I promise, I'll stay out of your lives from now on!" She begged desperately, but before she

to drink. "Lucas, I'm sorry, I truly am..." Sophia's voice was filled with desperation, fear gripping her as she imagined

stepped back,

inside,"

hand, the disheveled men