Being Pursued By Ex-husband novel Chapter 104

It was not easy to hail a ride during the New Year or any festive season. As a result, Sophia could not get a ride even after standing there for five minutes.

Alexander looked at the baseball bat in her hand. “You're heading to the Whitton residence?”

Upon hearing his question, Sophia tilted her head and looked at him. “Can't I?”

She was in a foul mood. Unfortunately, the Whitton family decided to act that day, of all days.

Since they tried to harm her, she was going to get back at them.

She was not going to let them have a peaceful start to the year since they pissed her off.

Sophia could have endured if it were any other day. She would have first devised a foolproof strategy to get back at them.

However, today was unacceptable, and she was going to get her revenge no matter what.

Alexander looked at Sophia. Before they divorced, he thought she was a devious woman who worshipped money and power. However, after they divorced, he found that she was a straightforward and decisive woman.

He had seen many sides of her - there were times when she was gentle, quiet, stunning, intimidating, and valiant like earlier. At that moment, she was slightly obstinate yet adorable at the same time.

Before that night, he liked her for her beauty and how she always kept her word. It was a shallow love mixed with the feeling of guilt toward her.

However, moments ago, he knew that he had genuinely fallen for her.

He did not know what he liked about her specifically. However, he knew he liked her so much that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

“I'll send you there,” he offered.

He did not say, “I'll accompany you” because he knew she would not appreciate his company, especially not now.

True enough, after hearing his words, Sophia tilted her head and looked at him for a while. The number of cars on the road was nothing like the usually congested streets. A lone vehicle would only pass by every ten seconds or so, and it was not even a taxi.

Sophia had been waiting for seven minutes.

She looked down and saw the time. It was almost midnight, and she was feeling slightly tired.

Since Alexander offered to help, she decided not to make life difficult for herself and accepted the offer.

“Many thanks then, Mr. Xenos.”

His eyes flickered. “I'll drive the car over.”

“Okay,” replied Sophia.

She turned around and saw that the five men they had beaten up had left. They had taken the baseball bats on the floor with them too.

Well, at least they're not brainless.

Alexander quickly drove a black Mercedes-Benz over. He had been following her for the whole day in it.

Sophia got into the passenger seat. After putting on the seat belt, she took out her phone and sent a message to Katherine to say that she was safe and that there was no need to worry.

She was not trying to keep things hidden from Katherine and Joshua. However, she could handle matters on her own. There was no need to disturb the newlywed couple on this night.

After all, the night was short.

As the roads were clear in the wee hours of the morning, the car arrived outside the Whitton family's mansion within twenty minutes.

The Whitton family's mansion was the most expensive property in Coldbridge. It had good security, and it was all thanks to Alexander that they managed to get in.

A wealthy person like Alexander naturally had real estate all over the country. Sophia did not know whether Alexander owned any properties in Coldbridge, but she was sure his social circle would include the influential in Coldbridge.

The mansion's courtyard was already dark, but it was still bright inside. After getting off the car, Sophia went to press the bell.

It had just turned midnight. It was very lively in the Whitton family residence as everyone was playing poker.

After hearing the doorbell, Javier's second daughter laughed and wondered which drunkard was pressing their doorbell at that time of the night.

Javier's third daughter quickly added, “Well, it could be that punk from the Cooper family. He has his eyes on our fifth sister, and all he thinks about is how he can become a part of our family.”

The men and women were playing poker in different rooms. Javier had six children - three daughters and three sons. Two of his daughters and two of his sons were already married. Naturally, it was lively during the New Year.

The women happily shared gossip while the men ignored the doorbell.

The butler quickly went to open the door after hearing the doorbell. The night was extremely cold. Sophia tightened the scarf around her neck and raised an eyebrow after seeing the man who walked out of the dark.

Soon, the Whitton family's butler arrived at the front gate. “You two are?”

“Xenos.”

“Yarrow.”

Sophia flashed a smile. “I'm here to see Mr. Whitton. It's regarding an urgent matter at the company. Please let us in.”

Sophia was pretty and had a melodious voice. Light from the lamps beside the gates shone on her face warmly. Her smile made the heart of anyone who saw her skip a beat.

However, the butler did not dare to open the gates rashly. He eyed the two people, afraid that Sophia was one of Javier's mistresses who had come to cause trouble.

She quickly guessed what the butler was thinking. Smiling again, she took out her phone and raised it before the butler, saying, “Don't you think Mr. Xenos looks rather familiar?”

Sophia got into the passenger seat. After putting on the seat belt, she took out her phone and sent a message to Katherine to say that she was safe and that there was no need to worry.

The butler had worked for the Whitton family for many years and naturally knew of Alexander.

After seeing the Google search result on Sophia's phone, his expression changed instantly, and he immediately opened the gates. “Mr. Xenos, Ms. Yarrow, my apologies. Please come in quickly. I'll inform Mr. Whitton right away.”

Sophia chuckled and reminded him warmly, “Take your time. There's no need to hurry. It is dark, and it wouldn't be good if you fell.”

The butler thought that Sophia was a genuinely warm and considerate person. However, he did not heed her advice to slow down.

Sophia, however, walked on unhurriedly. After the butler was some distance away, she cocked her head to the side and looked at Alexander. “You're more famous than me. I'm sure you wouldn't mind me using your name for a bit?”

She was referring to what had just happened.

“I don't mind,” he replied.

Alexander looked at the main entrance to the mansion, then at the icy smile plastered on Sophia's face. He knew it would not be a peaceful night at the Whitton residence.

However, he did not think to stop her because he realized she had implicitly allowed him to accompany her.

Sophia smiled and weighed the baseball bat in her hand. She walked up the stairs to the second floor and glanced at the surroundings. The next moment, the baseball bat went crashing into a display cabinet.

The Whitton family loved to look good in front of others, and the cabinet displayed a lot of antique vases, which cost millions in total.

With that swing of the baseball bat, glass shattered, and surprisingly, the sound was quite pleasant to the ears.

After smashing the antiques, Sophia went after the expensive coffee cups and pots on top of the bar.

She did not hesitate at all. With every swing of the baseball bat, everything that could be shattered was shattered, and nothing was left in one piece.

Sophia did not think there was any point in destroying electronics. She took a look at the television and then headed upstairs. As soon as she turned the corner of the second floor, she saw a half-a-meter-tall vase placed in the recess of a wall. It was a rather beautiful vase.

Reaching out a hand to touch it, she gasped and commented, “It seems to be authentic.”

Although she expressed shame at its fate, she did not slow down for even a second. She raised her arm and swung it toward the vase.

Javier had just climbed up the stairs when he saw the scene unfold before him. His whole body trembled with rage. “You! What are you doing!”


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