Liam Winston's face darkened instantly at the word "heir."
It pierced his heart like a needle.
He glared at Sophia Sullivan but could do nothing.
He had witnessed her skills firsthand.
With so many people present, he had to suppress his rage.
Sophia curled her lips, continuing to provoke him.
"I heard Mr. Winston recently gained two capable younger brothers."
"Who the heir will be is still uncertain."
"When the Winston family announces their heir, I'll personally deliver my congratulations."
Liam sneered.
Who wanted her congratulations?
He longed to tear apart Sophia's calm facade.
Chloe Evans seized the moment to interject.
"Sophia, how could you say such things?"
"You were once married. Must you wound Liam like this?"
She secretly hoped they would fall out completely.
Liam had been distracted by Sophia lately.
It unsettled her.
"Did you join this competition just to throw Liam off his game?"
"You wouldn't even step on the ice back in the Winston estate."
Chloe had done her research.
Sophia's three years with the Winstons were no secret.
Everyone remembered when Sophia first married Liam and tried skating with him.
He had shoved her onto the ice.
After that day, Sophia sprained her ankle and ran a high fever.
Liam frowned.
Chloe's words brought back the past.
"Sophia, if this is revenge, it's unnecessary."
"Short track speed skating isn't child's play."
For once, he restrained his temper.
The ice incident had been his fault.
Back then, he had taken out his anger on Sophia after Chloe left.
After pushing her down, he had considered apologizing.
But youthful pride won out.
He had assumed Sophia would always return to him, no matter how he treated her.
Now, she was completely different.
A stranger—even dangerous.
Isabella Robinson nearly laughed out loud.
"You think Sophia is here to die?"
"Liam, where do you get such confidence?"
Unaware of the past, she found both of them ridiculous.
"You should worry about embarrassing yourself!"
Liam's face turned ashen.
"Watch your words, Ms. Robinson!"
He had assumed Sophia was sucking up to Isabella.
Now he saw they were equally crude.
"Liam, we're nothing to each other now."
Sophia met his gaze.
"Revenge? Seeing you only disappoints me."
Liam froze.
"Liar! If not revenge, why compete?"
Sophia scoffed.
"You're unbearably conceited."
Her voice was icy, her eyes filled with disgust.
That look stung Liam.
He would have preferred her hatred.
At least hatred proved she had once cared.
Now there was only indifference.
Not a trace of the past remained.
Sophia mocked, "Aren't you embarrassed, clinging like this?"
"Won't Chloe get jealous?"
Chloe's expression soured instantly.
She forced a smile.
"Of course I wouldn't be jealous."
"I trust Liam completely."
Her nails dug into her palms.
She was seething.