After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#210 “I Understand Your Predicament.”

After the report, Sophia forced herself to remain calm. She knew she had to act fast after Nelson Stone’s trap had been snapped. Sophia texted Alexander to call her as soon as he could. She realized that he was now busy managing the situation, and she couldn’t afford to burden him with her own worries just yet.

Sophia began rummaging through her luggage and pulled out the letter she had found in Maestro Paus’ private office. The letter contained a whole bunch of names and a note from her grandfather that if she ever needed help, she should look for these people. It was a cryptic message but now seemed like the perfect time to heed her grandfather’s advice.

She decided that now was the time to take action. She pulled out the sheet of names and looked at the first one listed, Jeremy Gostler. Sophia quickly checked the search engine and found that he was a well-respected businessman who dealt with paintings. After a little more investigation, she discovered that he lived in London.

Sophia immediately contacted his company’s office.

“Jeremy Gostler’s office,” his secretary’s voice greeted her.

“Hello, I’m Sophia Johnson,” Sophia began, her voice steady but her heart racing with anticipation. She realized she didn’t know exactly how to present the situation.

“How may I help you, Miss Johnson?” asked the secretary, sounding professional but curious.

“I need to talk to Mr. Jeremy Gostler.”

“On what matter?”

Sophia hesitated for a moment, then decided to be direct. “Would you please tell him that I am Christopher Johnson’s granddaughter? And I think he can contact me if he wants to. Tell him it’s urgent.”

Johnson, I’m not sure

just tell him that. Let him

other end of the line, the

let

“Thank you.”

and realized that now she had no choice but to wait. Not

before answering, unsure of who might be calling. When she

You wanted to talk to me, and after following the news, I can guess

skipped a beat. She knew this was the beginning of something that could

for taking my call. I came across your name in a letter my grandfather

detailing how she found the letter and the cryptic message it contained. She described her desperate search for

his voice calm and reassuring. “I understand your predicament, Miss Johnson. I would be more than willing to help you. Why don’t we meet at my home? It’s a quiet place where we can

of relief at his offer. “That sounds perfect. Thank you,

for lunch. “It would be my

eager to get some answers. “I’ll be there as soon as

outside, she was

Johnson, can you comment on the

to take legal action

you know about the fraudulent activities within

refusing to engage with the reporters as she pushed through the crowd. “No comment,” she repeated firmly, her voice cutting

the journalists persisted, firing off questions one after another, their voices blending into an indistinguishable

claims that your marriage to Alexander

standing by Mr. Stone amidst these