Liam Winston was seething with rage.
Sophia Sullivan's words—"Chloe Evans did it on purpose"—exploded in his ears.
His glare locked onto Sophia.
This woman actually dared to scheme against the Winston Group.
"Sophia Sullivan!" Liam's voice was icy. "I truly underestimated you before."
He recalled the young man who had defended Sophia earlier.
His blood boiled.
"For some worthless comic, you colluded with outsiders and conspired with reporters."
Liam's eyes were full of contempt.
"A traitor like you was never fit for high society."
Sophia had expected this.
She leisurely pulled out her phone.
The trending list glared back at her.
#Noah Valentine Plagiarizes Draft Manuscripts#
#Winston Jewelry Exploits Designers#
#Liam Winston Partners with Thieves#
Each tag was marked "Explosive."
Sophia smirked.
"How generous of you, Mr. Winston."
Her finger tapped the screen.
"Paying two thousand for a million-dollar design."
"Never knew you were such a shrewd businessman."
Chloe paled.
The designer suppression had been her idea.
She'd wanted to flaunt her power but had kicked an iron plate instead.
Liam yanked out his phone.
His face darkened with every scroll.
Footage of reporters swarming him had already gone viral.
He looked up, eyes vicious.
"Sophia, this is your last chance."
"Silence the media. Hold a press conference."
"The Winstons will compensate you."
His jaw clenched.
"Or don't blame me for showing no mercy."
Sophia almost laughed.
This man's arrogance knew no bounds.
"Your audacity is truly breathtaking," she said coldly.
"Demanding help while acting this entitled."
"Do I look easy to bully?"
Liam's fists tightened.
Suddenly, Sophia smiled.
"Fine, I'll help you."
She mimicked his earlier tone.
"I want one of your legs. Fair, isn't it?"
"Don't push your luck."
"This is also your last chance."
Liam choked.
For once, he was speechless.
Noise erupted from the garage entrance.
"Over there! Liam Winston's in the garage!"
"Hurry! Don't let them escape!"
"We need this headline today!"
Reporters stampeded toward them.
Liam's face twisted in panic.
Sophia turned to Chloe.
Her smile was sweet.
"You're the kind one, dear sister."
"Break a leg for Mr. Winston."
"After all, once you marry into the Winstons, you won't need to show your face."
Her voice was light.
"Losing a leg to save the Winston reputation?"
"What a bargain."