After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 175

I sat back in my chair, arms crossed as irritation twisted in my chest. Maybe I’d been too optimistic about keeping my expectations low.

I thought I could handle this—whatever “this” was between us—without getting emotionally entangled.

But now it felt like I was standing alone on shaky ground, uncertain and… angry.

Before I could spiral any further, my assistant Zoe walked in, her tablet in hand.

“Sophia, I’ve finalized the arrangements for our flight. The business dinner In Tarwin is still on for tonight. Shall we head out now?”

I blinked, snapping back to reality. “Yes, let’s leave immediately.”

Zoe hesitated, glancing at me as though she wanted to say more. “Shouldn’t you let Alpha Lirian know you’re leaving?”

Her question grated against my nerves, making me clench my jaw. After the way he’d treated me, why should I? “No,” I said firmly. “He won’t care.”

That night, Zoe and I boarded a flight to Tarwin, a distant country known for its sprawling cities and a vibrant economy.

The journey was quiet, the hum of the plane’s engines filling the silence between us.

I stared out the window, my thoughts on Lirian. His coldness lingered in my mind like a bruise that wouldn’t fade. Zoe didn’t ask much, sensing my mood, and instead busied herself with organizing details for our trip.

When we landed, the city’s dazzling skyline greeted us, its lights glittering like jewels against the dark sky.

After checking into a sleek, modern hotel, we were immediately approached by one of the local cooperative leaders, who personally came to invite us to an exclusive dinner event.

Exhausted but unwilling to decline such an opportunity, we agreed.

Dressed in understated elegance, Zoe and I stepped into the elevator and descended to the grand lobby.

The air was filled with the scent of polished wood and expensive perfume, and a low hum of conversation echoed from various corners.

As we exited the lift, we almost bumped into a striking woman flanked by an entourage that could rival a royal procession.

She was tall, her figure statuesque, with a face that seemed too perfect to be real.

Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves, and her makeup was flawless, emphasizing high cheekbones and full lips painted a bold red.