CHAPTER 99

Alex

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The office was on the last floor of the Dawson’s corporation. There were other tall buildings around, but the new Dawson cooperation building towered above them all.

Arms behind my back, I stood before the wall-to-floor windows that allowed you to view the city below, like a god looking down at its worshippers.

My eyes swept across, and I wondered where the hell Sophie could be. It’s been four years—four years of searching every nook and cranny of this city—yet nothing.

There was no record of her leaving the state, let alone leaving the country. It was as though she had vanished into thin air.

A faint click rubbed against the silence as the door opened, followed by a harsher sound—a heavy clinking of heels against the brown marble-tiled floor.

She was always charging in like she was carrying the world on her shoulders.

A soft smile snuck onto my lips as I turned around. “Did you come to praise your son?” I strutted to the seat—the throne and settled in it