CHAPTER 140: Eclipsed by Love

Emily

I spotted Bronn and Jane, Philip Cornell's sister, slipping away from the bustling party into a secluded corner of the expansive open lounge. Curiosity gnawed at me, but I resisted the urge to follow. I decided to wait until their conversation ended.

Turning my attention back to the party, I was approached by two assistants in Aspire Financial Group. The woman, Vivian, was a sleek blonde about Sophia's age, and the man, Derek, around his forties, exuded an air of smug self-importance.

"Ms. Carter, how is Ms. Mitchell doing? We haven't seen her at several important gatherings lately. She hasn't been coming to the office either. There are some rumors that President Cornell is keeping her locked up," Vivian said.

A waiter glided past with a tray of crystal flutes filled with bubbling champagne. I plucked one gracefully, using the moment to compose my thoughts. After almost a year of working closely with Sarah, I had become adept at brushing off rumors.

Cautiously, I took a sip