I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 103

He was in the group chat too, and he knew Sophie had only agreed to come after Liam and Lena said they would be there.

At such a critical moment, Ryan Mason didn’t believe it was a coincidence.

The only explanation was that Sophie was planning to use the party to make a move.

Sophie lifted her glass of juice and took a sip. “I’ll handle the rest myself.”

If things went badly, it could end in total ruin. She didn’t want to drag Ryan down with her.

Ryan frowned. “What you’re planning–dangerous?”

“Not really.” Sophie rose, walking toward Liam. “I’ll talk to you later.”

Ryan’s fingers whitened as he gripped the glass. He felt the storm raging in his chest and struggled to hold it down.

Liam forced a smile when Sophie approached.

“Sophie, I saw you with Uncle Marcus earlier. I didn’t want to interrupt. What were you two doing?”

He deliberately brought it up, testing h

reaction.

Sophie’s tone was casual. “Uncle was worried about my ankle, so he had me change into flats.”

She tilted her head toward her new shoes on purpose. “He even had Chris buy them just for me. Nice, aren’t they?”

Liam’s expression tightened, his forced smile disappearing.

So Sophie wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore?

“Sophie, you’re about to marry my brother. How can you be so unclear with Uncle Marcus?”

“Uncle is still our elder. If people see this, they’ll laugh at my brother.”

Sophie’s gaze turned cold.

it

swept over Lena. “And what does that have to do with you?”

Lena froze, her expression quickly shifting to pitiful.

Liam stepped in front of her. “Sophie, just days ago we were fine. What’s gotten into you?”

“Liam, don’t you know what you’ve done?” Sophie sneered. “Just looking at you now makes me feel filthy.”

Liam’s brows knitted tight. Forgetting Lena, he stepped forward and grabbed Sophie’s hand.

“Sophie, did you see those photos?” Before she could answer, he rushed on, “They’re fake. Every single one. You have to believe me.”

Sophie pulled her hand free. “There are too many people here. I won’t talk about this now. After the party, we’ll revisit it.”

“Real or fake–I’ll judge for myself.”

With that, she turned and walked away.

Liam stood frozen, his mind racing.

From her words, it was very likely Sophie had also received the anonymous text.

The wedding was close–he couldn’t let the truth come out now.

Turning to Lena, he muttered, “Lena, keep your distance from me today. Donet Sophie suspect anything. And don’t make her angry.”

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“I understand, Brother…” Lena’s voice quivered, ending in a faint sob.

Liam knew she was hurt, but he still stepped back, widening the space between them.

“For now, don’t come to my room either. We’ll talk again after the wedding.”

Leaving those words behind, Liam went off in search of Sophie.

Meanwhile, Sophie glanced at the man shadowing her steps. A sly smile curled on her lips.

The fish had taken the bait.

Bored after a round, Sophie sat at a lively card table to watch.

Liam slid into the seat beside her, trying to please her.

“Sophie, can’t you tell me what’s wrong? We just made up, and I don’t want another cold war over a misunderstanding.”

“Besides, we’re about to get married. If we’re fighting now, won’t everyone laugh at us?”

Sophie ignored him, eyes fixed on the game.

Liam was fuming inside, but guilt held him back. He couldn’t risk showing her hard face.

Watching the man she desired so desperate for Sophie made Lena’s anger burn out of control.

“Sophie, since when do you enjoy card games? Back in college, when my brother and I took you out, you scolded us for being irresponsible.”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but just enough for the table to hear.

Brandon Lawson, the young master of the Lawson family from Riverland, slammed his cards down. Spoiled since childhood, he wasn’t used to hearing things like that.

He scowled at Sophie.

“Miss Chandler looks down on us for playing around. If that’s the case, shouldn’t you be in your room studying like some model student? Why even bother showing up here?”

Sophie wasn’t close to Brandon, but she had heard about him.

The Lawson family was classic nouveau riche. Instead of refining his character, they gave him piles of money to squander, creatin

poiled brat he

was.

Most rich heirs were reckless, but they still had lines they wouldn’t cross. Brandon, however, wasted away without restraint.

Eventually, people avoided him, and instead of reflecting, he decided everyone looked down on him.

Now, few invited him to gatherings, afraid one wrong word might set him off.

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