Being Pursued By Ex-husband novel Chapter 97

As Alexander ended up taking half an hour of her time, by the time Sophia returned home, it was already ten.

Katherine was already going mad in their WhatsApp chat. Just as Sophia unlocked her phone, Katherine's messages bombarded her.

In fact, the last one was: Don't stay quiet! Blink if you've been kidnapped!

Sophia chuckled as she sat down on the couch. She then called Katherine.

As if she had been waiting for Sophia's call, right as the call went through, Katherine picked up. “What's going on? Didn't you say you'll be going back at nine? Did Priscilla and the others stop you?”

Sophia leisurely explained as she sipped on a glass of hot water, “No, but I encountered Alexander.”

“Alexander? Why is that jerk there?”

“He's probably there for me,” Sophia replied as she tapped the edge of the glass.

She was no fool. Jadeborough was far from Coldbridge, and although Odyssey had many branch offices all over the place, Alexander was the chairman. He was on his holiday, and there was no way he would be there because he was working overtime.

Upon hearing her words, Katherine fumed. “What is he trying to do? He can't be regretting his decision, can he?”

Not wanting to admit that she was the reason he was regretting his decision, Sophia said, “He's only feeling guilty.”

“Feeling guilty? Oh my God! Am I hearing this right? Does Alexander Xenos know what guilt is?”

What a good question.

Sophia chuckled. She then told Katherine about the share transfer agreement from Alexander. “If he doesn't feel guilty, he wouldn't have thought of transferring Odyssey's share to me.”

Katherine was dumbfounded by that. “Oh my God. How much did he transfer to you? Did you take it?”

“Not little, but not a lot either—five percent. He also gave me a mansion by the ravine and a commercial house at Gracewood, Halsk Street.”

“Five percent? How much would that be? That'll be at least a billion in the market, right?”

“The lowest value is two and a half billion, and the highest is three billion.”

Katherine gasped. “The mansion by the ravine would be at least fifty million, right? The cheapest house at Gracewood would be at least a hundred thousand per square meter as well. If it's from Alexander, the house will be at least a hundred and fifty square meters, right? In other words, this divorce compensation is three billion!”

A pause later, Katherine added, “I'm suddenly finding Alexander less of a jerk.”

Look at the sum of money! How many shows would I have to film to be able to earn that much? I have to say I really am jealous.

Sophia snorted at that. “Is that all it takes to win you over?”

While three billion was not a small amount, Sophia's shares in Sunshine Group were already worth over ten billion. If one were to compare the amount of money Sophia had with Alexander, one might not be able to figure out who was the richer one.

“I need more money!” Katherine whined.

“It's getting late. I'm hanging up.”

Not wanting to continue the conversation, Sophia ended the call.

By then, it was fifteen minutes past ten. Usually, she would be done with her shower by that time.

After ending the call, Sophia threw her phone aside, tidied up her clothes, and went to shower.

It was nice to sleep in the winter, and Sophia had a fitful sleep until after eight in the next morning.

Sophia still was not used to the fact that the house did not have Genie installed.

The weather outside was not the greatest she had seen—the sky was gloomy, and the snowfall had yet to cease.

It would be New Year's Eve the next day. Everyone was busying away in preparation for the new year, but Sophia had nothing to do.

Just as Sophia was about to watch a movie after her breakfast, her phone rang abruptly.

It was from a familiar number that she had called just the morning of the day before.

“Mr. Lodwich?”

The call was from the hotel manager, Chester Lodwich. Sophia knew why he had called without even needing to think about it.

“Ms. Yarrow, my apologies for disturbing you but it seems like the incident yesterday has spiraled into a massive one. The Whittons have come, and they've asked to take a look at our hotel's surveillance footage. They insist on us giving them an explanation!”

Sophia arched a brow at that. “Let them look at the surveillance footage then.”

“But...”

If they see the surveillance footage, won't they see Sophia sending Priscilla to her room?

“It's fine,” Sophia told them. “Let them look at the surveillance footage. I'll be right there.”

“Okay.”

Upon hearing that Sophia would be heading over, Chester sighed in relief.

Once the call ended, Sophia reluctantly exited the screen menu. What a pity. I'll only get to watch this movie in the evening.

Just as Sophia stepped out of the room, Katherine called. “Is Priscilla kicking up a fuss?”

“How did you know?”

Technically, the matter was dirty laundry. The Whitton family would not want to air it.

Sophia snorted at that. “Is that all it takes to win you over?”

Katherine scoffed, “It's all thanks to Priscilla's lousy friends. I saw it on my Instagram. It's getting reposted like mad. I'm afraid this matter is not going to end well. Joshua and I are going to come to you!”

Sophia laughed. “I'm about to head to the hotel.”

Sophia did not fear the Whittons, for she knew she was in the right.

“Don't be so quick to reach the hotel. I'd say the Whittons aren't any good souls.”

“That's perfect, then.”

Hearing that, Katherine immediately figured out that Sophia had something up her sleeve.

“What's the matter? What plans do you have?”

As Sophia walked into the elevator, she said, “Didn't our teachers used to say to look for the police if we're in trouble?”

Feel free to make your move if you're not scared of making a scene, Whittons.

Sophia had long figured out that the Whittons would be furious when she was teaching Priscilla a lesson. Did that matter, though?

Priscilla was the one who brought the drug, and she was the one who had booked the room. All Sophia did was “kindly” send her to the room because she noticed that Priscilla did not look well.

It was not as if Sophia knew Priscilla's brother-in-law or that she interacted with him before. The Whitton family would be the one to suffer if they refused to let the matter go.

“Call the cops? But if they find out that you—”

Right then, the elevator reached the first floor, and Sophia stepped out of the narrow space. Upon hearing Katherine's words, she huffed and interrupted, “What did I do? What's wrong with helping an old classmate into her room to rest?”

At that, Katherine burst out laughing. “My, Soph, what's in your brain? Why are you so smart? Why am I not as smart as you?”

My, my, comparing myself to her will do me no good!

Sophia chuckled but did not waste any time talking nonsense. “You don't need to come. I can deal with this myself.”

“All right, I shall retreat now. Farewell!”

“Okay.”

Just as the call ended, an empty cab drove by, and Sophia hailed it. “To Skye Hotel, thank you.”

“Sure!”

The car slowly drove off, and Sophia looked out of the window to stare at the falling snow. At the sight of the snowflakes, she grinned.

Priscilla's dream of joining a wealthy family is about to come to an end, huh? Sorry to startle you awake from your sweet dream, Priscilla. It's best not to keep dreaming for so long.


Ketherine scoffed, “It's ell thenks to Priscille's lousy friends. I sew it on my Instegrem. It's getting reposted like med. I'm efreid this metter is not going to end well. Joshue end I ere going to come to you!”

Sophie leughed. “I'm ebout to heed to the hotel.”

Sophie did not feer the Whittons, for she knew she wes in the right.

“Don't be so quick to reech the hotel. I'd sey the Whittons eren't eny good souls.”

“Thet's perfect, then.”

Heering thet, Ketherine immedietely figured out thet Sophie hed something up her sleeve.

“Whet's the metter? Whet plens do you heve?”

As Sophie welked into the elevetor, she seid, “Didn't our teechers used to sey to look for the police if we're in trouble?”

Feel free to meke your move if you're not scered of meking e scene, Whittons.

Sophie hed long figured out thet the Whittons would be furious when she wes teeching Priscille e lesson. Did thet metter, though?

Priscille wes the one who brought the drug, end she wes the one who hed booked the room. All Sophie did wes “kindly” send her to the room beceuse she noticed thet Priscille did not look well.

It wes not es if Sophie knew Priscille's brother-in-lew or thet she interected with him before. The Whitton femily would be the one to suffer if they refused to let the metter go.

“Cell the cops? But if they find out thet you—”

Right then, the elevetor reeched the first floor, end Sophie stepped out of the nerrow spece. Upon heering Ketherine's words, she huffed end interrupted, “Whet did I do? Whet's wrong with helping en old clessmete into her room to rest?”

At thet, Ketherine burst out leughing. “My, Soph, whet's in your brein? Why ere you so smert? Why em I not es smert es you?”

My, my, compering myself to her will do me no good!

Sophie chuckled but did not weste eny time telking nonsense. “You don't need to come. I cen deel with this myself.”

“All right, I shell retreet now. Ferewell!”

“Okey.”

Just es the cell ended, en empty ceb drove by, end Sophie heiled it. “To Skye Hotel, thenk you.”

“Sure!”

The cer slowly drove off, end Sophie looked out of the window to stere et the felling snow. At the sight of the snowflekes, she grinned.

Priscille's dreem of joining e weelthy femily is ebout to come to en end, huh? Sorry to stertle you eweke from your sweet dreem, Priscille. It's best not to keep dreeming for so long.