Sophia's slender fingers casually tapped the screen. She slept well last night, so there was no problem with her head today. After thinking for a while, she replied concisely, "Okay." Freddie, who had been holding his mobile phone in his hands all this time, almost jumped out of his chair when he received that message. The other team members in the waiting room who were putting on makeup all looked at their captain in surprise. "Ahem, you guys continue to put on makeup, I'll go out for a while. Feeling that everyone's eyes fell on him, Freddie coughed unnaturally. After Freddie finished speaking, he didn't wait for other people's responses, put on his hat, covered his mask, and hurried out the door. But as soon as he opened the door, he bumped into the team manager who came in. He pressed down on his hat and walked away from him. "Hey, who was that person just now?" Because Freddie covered him up too tightly, the team manager didn't recognize him at once. "That's th
The former team members also looked for another club. The NYC team almost disbanded. Sophia knew that the young man in front of her had always been guilty of what happened back then. So she was really happy to see him succeed. "But you quit the team because of this?" Freddie's voice was very low. "I quit the team back then. It had nothing to do with my hand injury. It was just because something happened at home and I had to go back to deal with it," Sophia explained yet again. "Sister, here are the tickets. I gave you a few extra tickets. You can bring your friends along." Freddie didn't want to talk too much on this topic. "Okay, I'll be there on time." Sophia looked at the persistent young man in front of her and smiled. "Then I'll go back first." Freddie didn't dare to waste any more time. Otherwise, the team manager will be talking non-stop after returning home. "Okay," Sophia responded, and then watched Freddie leave. She looked down at the three tickets in her h
"Well...a genius doctor suddenly came to the hospital today, and after being cured by him, I suddenly recovered, CEO, I can go to work tomorrow!" Pete's eyeballs behind his glasses rolled quickly, and he said crisply. "Tomorrow?" David's tone rose slightly. "No, it's too late tomorrow. From now on, I'm going to start working. I can't wait to serve you, President!" Pete quickly removed the bandages on his body, and then respectfully stood beside David. "I'm thirsty." David leaned on the back chair casually, his thin lips parted slightly. "I'll buy water for you now." Pete immediately turned around and left the scene respectfully. Daniel next to him looked a little straight. "He...he...his feet recovered? But he stays in the same ward as me, why didn't I see any miracle doctor treat him?" Hearing Daniel's words, Sophia smiled faintly at the innocence of Daniel. A while later, Pete bought water and came back, and when he handed it to David, he unscrewed the bottle cap fo
Vanessa walked into the well-furnished hotel suite, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She was following her husband Joe's directive to meet him at the hotel. What he wanted, she had no idea. They have been married for three years, and in all of those years, this was the first time he has ever asked to meet in a hotel. She knew they were a couple in name and on paper only, but her treacherous heart could not control the way it felt for Joe. After inspecting every inch of the suite, she noticed a note on a side stool, held down by a glass of juice. "The juice is for you. Make yourself comfortable. I will join you soon, Joe." Sighing in exhaustion, she picked up the glass of juice and waltzed to the window that overlooked the city of Chicago. "What a sight," she thought to herself as she took a tentative sip of the juice. It was very refreshing, soothing her parched throat so she gulped the remaining content of the glass. A while later, Vanessa began to feel dizzy, an
Vanessa woke up with a thumping in her head. Her eyes throbbed and her ears rang as she rose from the bed, struggling to remember the events of the night before. She felt sore all over, but most importantly between her legs. Horror filled her as she reached between her thighs and felt a sticky wetness. She brought out her hand, trembling at the whitish liquid, semen. Tears filled her eyes, "No…no, it can't be. Where am I?" She looked around and some things started coming back to her. The hotel suite. Joe! "It must have been Joe. There's no other explanation," she thought. Just then, she turned and saw a man lying beside her. She was scared and she closed her eyes. "This is not Joe," She could not believe that she slept with a strange man last night. When she slowly turned her head again, she opened one eye and saw the sleeping face of a strange man. He was handsome, but who was this guy? Vanessa got up from the bed, and in any case, she must leave the hotel before th
ONE YEAR LATER "We are ready to land. Please stay in your seats and fasten your seat belts," said the air hostess cheerfully. The private jet landed on the tarmac in the airport, courtesy of an experienced pilot. The door opened, and a staircase rolled out. David King descended. Standing at 6 foot 3 inches tall, Mr. King had intense grey eyes, full pink lips, and a high nose bridge. His dark hair swept away in an artful swoosh away from his forehead. He exuded a very powerful and mysterious aura, much like a god came to earth. His black suit was well cut, hugging his solid, muscle-packed upper body. As soon as his feet touched the ground, his assistant, Pete, came running towards him. "Sir," he greeted, smiling. He bowed a little, took his briefcase and they began to walk away from the tarmac. Pete led him towards the exclusive VIP section of the airport, reserved for people of the highest caliber of society. "Hope you had a nice flight, sir," Pete asked. David makes a
The woman was no one but was Vanessa who almost died in the car accident a year ago. After the second car accident, she was lucky enough to retrieve her memory. Her true identity was Sophia Blake, the legal heiress of Blake family. And now she was ready to take over the multi billion-dollar corporation that had been built and maintained by her family from generation to generation. Sophia Blake strutted out of the airport, flipping her hair and turning up her nose at the hot weather. The sun shone down mercilessly as she tapped her heeled foot, waiting impatiently for the car that was supposed to pick her – the car that should have arrived fifteen minutes prior to her landing. She huffed again. Just then, a black bulletproof Benz pulled up in front of her. a young man dressed in a designer suit stepped out, wearing a wide grin and a pair of wire-framed glasses behind which mischievous blue eyes shone. "Sister," he began, opening his arms wide for a hug, "I am so sorry for
Sophia waltzed into the company with Gerald and her bodyguard on her heels. She had taken off the sunglasses and she tossed her blonde hair once again, aware of the image she projected. Everyone knew Gerald, she was sure, but no one knew Sophia Blake – at least no one knew how she looked. But there were whispers, and she heard them. She smirked and entered the elevator that her bodyguard just opened for her. Turning around, she kept the smirk on her face. The heiress is back. The elevator began its smooth ascent upwards. While in the elevator, Gerald began to brief her about the meeting she was going into. "You will be meeting with the board of Directors. That includes all heads of relevant divisions of the company such as the Chief Operations Officer, the Managing Director, the Chief Financial Officer, Head of Human Resources, and Editor-in-Chief of the Public Relations Department." Sophia nodded in contemplation, a million thoughts flitting through her head. "What i