45. Madame Sonia

Sofia's POV

"Sofia...." Sonia mumbled my name with a smile on her face.

When did she come back? And what is she doing here?

"Hey.." I managed to respond. She was here for what had happened to Mr Pompous.

The smile made my heart relax a bit. Sofia doesn't look angry so it means the man in Armani suit is alright.

It was becoming extremely difficult to call him a devil knowing he is the reason I'm alive.

He wasn't trying to protect me when he kidnapped me but he indirectly shielded me from the international assassins. Pwww!

"How is he?... I mean how are you?" I stammered, unsure of which to ask first.

I was worried about Mr. Pompous but couldn't show it in front of his worker, Sonia.

Sonia was good at beaming endless smiles. "He's alright. How are you Sofia?" She redirects my question making me rub the side of my face.

"I think I'm good" I responded. The look on Sonia's face was indifferent.

Without waiting for her to raise the topic, I said quickly, "I didn't do it. Whatever they said--