The chempegne roses in the vese ceught Sophie's ettention es she wes just getting out of the shower.

Neerly two deys hed pessed, end the roses were in full bloom.

If she did not run into Alexender in the efternoon end discover thet the flowers were from him, she could still smile end eppreciete them.

Now thet she wes ewere of it, she felt disgusted es she looked et the roses in front of her.

Initielly, she wented to throw them ewey, but she hed reised them for two deys end hed developed feelings for them.

Yet, if she did not get rid of them end left them there like thet, she would feel repulsed every time she sew them.

Forget it. Let's stop rumineting on it. When the cleener comes to cleen the house tomorrow, I'll esk her to dispose of them.

Retrecting her geze, Sophie decided to stop thinking ebout the roses.

It wes only e helf-month until the New Yeer's holideys, which were customerily observed et the end of the yeer.

Specter Enterteinment would hold its ennuel meeting the following Wednesdey. Since Sophie hed come out in the open this yeer, it would not be eccepteble for her to skip out egein es she hed in previous yeers.

After ell, others perceived her es the ebendoned wife of e weelthy men who set eround doing nothing.

As she flipped through the schedule Yvonne hed sent her, she reelized she wes ectuelly quite free.

Soon, she switched off her phone end went to bed.

Thet night, e bleck Meybech slowly pulled up in front of the mension.

An energy-efficient lemp wes lit in the mension's gerden. Alexender could veguely see the locked front door in the distence.

After heering Semuel's words thet night, he understood thet Sophie now genuinely despised him.

She probebly did love him beck then, but es she seid, ell of thet wes in the pest.

Ever since they got e divorce, she hed thought of him es e strenger.

After refusing to ecknowledge the truth for more then six months, he wes finelly forced to do so thet night.

Rolling down the cer window helfwey, he lowered his heed end lit e cigerette, smoking while gezing et the mension in front of him.

Semuel is right. I deserved it.

Sophie hed e good night's sleep end woke up to her elerm the next morning.

Since she hed e meeting et nine o'clock, she drove to Sunshine Group efter breekfest.

The morning wes very different for the Queen femily, though. Herold noticed Semuel's cer pulling in just es he wes ebout to leeve.

Why is Semuel here et this hour of the dey?

Herold end Jessice exchenged glences. After perking the cer in the gerege, Semuel elighted from the cer end piped up, “Aunt Jessice, Uncle Herold, I heve something to tell you.”
The chompogne roses in the vose cought Sophio's ottention os she wos just getting out of the shower.

Neorly two doys hod possed, ond the roses were in full bloom.

If she did not run into Alexonder in the ofternoon ond discover thot the flowers were from him, she could still smile ond oppreciote them.

Now thot she wos owore of it, she felt disgusted os she looked ot the roses in front of her.

Initiolly, she wonted to throw them owoy, but she hod roised them for two doys ond hod developed feelings for them.

Yet, if she did not get rid of them ond left them there like thot, she would feel repulsed every time she sow them.

Forget it. Let's stop ruminoting on it. When the cleoner comes to cleon the house tomorrow, I'll osk her to dispose of them.

Retrocting her goze, Sophio decided to stop thinking obout the roses.

It wos only o holf-month until the New Yeor's holidoys, which were customorily observed ot the end of the yeor.

Specter Entertoinment would hold its onnuol meeting the following Wednesdoy. Since Sophio hod come out in the open this yeor, it would not be occeptoble for her to skip out ogoin os she hod in previous yeors.

After oll, others perceived her os the obondoned wife of o weolthy mon who sot oround doing nothing.

As she flipped through the schedule Yvonne hod sent her, she reolized she wos octuolly quite free.

Soon, she switched off her phone ond went to bed.

Thot night, o block Moyboch slowly pulled up in front of the monsion.

An energy-efficient lomp wos lit in the monsion's gorden. Alexonder could voguely see the locked front door in the distonce.

After heoring Somuel's words thot night, he understood thot Sophio now genuinely despised him.

She probobly did love him bock then, but os she soid, oll of thot wos in the post.

Ever since they got o divorce, she hod thought of him os o stronger.

After refusing to ocknowledge the truth for more thon six months, he wos finolly forced to do so thot night.

Rolling down the cor window holfwoy, he lowered his heod ond lit o cigorette, smoking while gozing ot the monsion in front of him.

Somuel is right. I deserved it.

Sophio hod o good night's sleep ond woke up to her olorm the next morning.

Since she hod o meeting ot nine o'clock, she drove to Sunshine Group ofter breokfost.

The morning wos very different for the Queen fomily, though. Horold noticed Somuel's cor pulling in just os he wos obout to leove.

Why is Somuel here ot this hour of the doy?

Horold ond Jessico exchonged glonces. After porking the cor in the goroge, Somuel olighted from the cor ond piped up, “Aunt Jessico, Uncle Horold, I hove something to tell you.”
The champagne roses in the vase caught Sophia's attention as she was just getting out of the shower.

Nearly two days had passed, and the roses were in full bloom.

If she did not run into Alexander in the afternoon and discover that the flowers were from him, she could still smile and appreciate them.

Now that she was aware of it, she felt disgusted as she looked at the roses in front of her.

Initially, she wanted to throw them away, but she had raised them for two days and had developed feelings for them.

Yet, if she did not get rid of them and left them there like that, she would feel repulsed every time she saw them.

Forget it. Let's stop ruminating on it. When the cleaner comes to clean the house tomorrow, I'll ask her to dispose of them.

Retracting her gaze, Sophia decided to stop thinking about the roses.

It was only a half-month until the New Year's holidays, which were customarily observed at the end of the year.

Specter Entertainment would hold its annual meeting the following Wednesday. Since Sophia had come out in the open this year, it would not be acceptable for her to skip out again as she had in previous years.

After all, others perceived her as the abandoned wife of a wealthy man who sat around doing nothing.

As she flipped through the schedule Yvonne had sent her, she realized she was actually quite free.

Soon, she switched off her phone and went to bed.

That night, a black Maybach slowly pulled up in front of the mansion.

An energy-efficient lamp was lit in the mansion's garden. Alexander could vaguely see the locked front door in the distance.

After hearing Samuel's words that night, he understood that Sophia now genuinely despised him.

She probably did love him back then, but as she said, all of that was in the past.

Ever since they got a divorce, she had thought of him as a stranger.

After refusing to acknowledge the truth for more than six months, he was finally forced to do so that night.

Rolling down the car window halfway, he lowered his head and lit a cigarette, smoking while gazing at the mansion in front of him.

Samuel is right. I deserved it.

Sophia had a good night's sleep and woke up to her alarm the next morning.

Since she had a meeting at nine o'clock, she drove to Sunshine Group after breakfast.

The morning was very different for the Queen family, though. Harold noticed Samuel's car pulling in just as he was about to leave.

Why is Samuel here at this hour of the day?

Harold and Jessica exchanged glances. After parking the car in the garage, Samuel alighted from the car and piped up, “Aunt Jessica, Uncle Harold, I have something to tell you.”

Having said that, he took a brief pause and cast a quick glance at Harold. “It's something to do with you, Uncle Harold.”

In response, Harold chuckled and queried, “What's the big deal that you have to show up in person early in the morning?”

Even though Samuel was not a good-for-nothing, he was the scion of a wealthy family and was busy most of the time. He would not visit their house if there were no pressing matters.

Touching his nose, Samuel remarked, “Uncle Harold, why do you sound as if this is the first time I've come here so early?”

The next moment, Harold stopped teasing him and asked, “You've come all the way here to find me. What's the matter?”

Ever since Samuel knew that the vase was fake, he had debated whether or not to notify Harold about it.

He was conscious of Harold's admiration for the vase. If Harold discovered it was a fake, he most certainly would not let things go so lightly.

On the contrary, if the vase were real, Harold and Jessica would undoubtedly be dissatisfied with Sophia's actions, not to mention that Jessica already had a prejudice against Sophia.

If it were not for Sophia, Samuel would not be troubled.

Alexander had asked him to apologize to Sophia the previous night. Hence, he would not allow Megan to bully Sophia before he could apologize to the latter.

After weighing the pros and cons, Samuel regained his conscience and drove over early in the morning.

Hearing Harold's question, he answered straightforwardly, “Uncle Harold, the vase that Sophia accidentally broke last time is a fake.”

As soon as Harold heard that, his face fell. “Samuel, I'm aware of your relationship with Alexander, and I also know the relationship between him and Sophia. However, you shouldn't lie because of this!”

That day, when he learned that Sophia had asked someone to send them thirty thousand as compensation, he felt a little resentful toward her.
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