I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 148

Sophie didn’t dare meet his gaze. Instead, she turned to Ryan Mason,

“He’s here. I’m not going back with you.”

The bitterness in Ryan’s eyes flickered and quickly faded. “Alright. Then go to him.”

Sophie nodded, turned, and walked straight to the black Maybach.

As her figure drew closer, the suffocating aura around Marcus eased, replaced by a flicker of secret delight in his eyes.

Without a word, Sophie opened the door and slid inside.

“Chandler residence,” Marcus instructed the driver.

“Yes, Mr. Morgan.” The car started, gliding out of the bustling district.

From the moment she got in, Sophie hadn’t spoken. She kept sneaking glances at Marcus’s face, trying to read him.

But his expression was calm, impassive–no clue to his thoughts.

Finally, Sophie drew a steadying breath and broke the silence.

“Attorney Mason asked me out today to confess his feelings.”

Marcus’s fingers clenched slightly on his knee, though his tone stayed deliberately casual.

“And how did you answer?”

“What do you think?”

She tossed the question back to him, her eyes meeting his.

The corner of Marcus’s lips curved into a faint, wicked smile.

“Judging by the way he walked out looking crushed, I’d say your answer was obvious.”

“I did hurt him. But I don’t see anything wrong with telling the truth.” Sophie’s words were crisp, decisive.

Marcus’s smile deepened. “I agree.”

Then, after a pause, his eyes darkened with curiosity.

“But I’d like to know–why would you reject a man like him?”

Sophie’s face stiffened. She looked away, flustered.

“What else could it be? I finally got rid of Liam, that bastard. Now I want to focus on building my career.”

“A woman’s youth doesn’t last forever. I don’t want to hit thirty and still be just a small–time manager.”

“My parents and my brother raised me with so much hope. One day I’ll shine for them. I’ll be their pride.”

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She had meant to brush him off with an excuse, but by the end her voice brimmed with genuine conviction. Her true wish burned through her words.

Marcus’s smile slowly faded. His eyes, long and narrow, fell on her, quivering faintly when he saw the fire in hers.

She wouldn’t stop for anyone….

Those old words about Sophie echoed in his mind again. A shadow crossed his gaze.

“Oh, right,” Sophie said suddenly, her tone turning serious. “Speaking of Liam–did you know he’s been made director? And that girl, Nina, the one who was kicked out, she’s now his assistant?”

“Did you approve this?”

Marcus’s eyes hardened. “He won’t keep that position for long.”

“So you did let it happen.” Sophie frowned.

“I don’t get it. You know Liam isn’t qualified. You know what damage he’ll do sitting in that seat. Why let him back at the company?”

“I can understand giving him another chance for the family’s sake. But Nina? She was a schemer even as an intern, always pulling people into little cliques. She was never focused on work. Keeping her around won’t sink the company, but she’s a parasite–annoying at the very least.”

Marcus turned to her, his eyes steady.

“Don’t worry. They won’t trouble you for long.”

His tone made it clear he wasn’t going to explain further. Sophie knew pressing him was pointless. People in power always had their own calculations–ones she couldn’t unravel in a few questions.

The car stopped at the Chandler villa. Sophie got out first. Marcus shifted, meaning to follow, but a sharp pain shot through his leg.

His face went pale, movements faltering.

Sophie caught the change immediately. “Your leg–is it injured again?”

“It’s nothing. Just a scratch,” Marcus replied, brushing it off.

“I already know about your department’s strike. Take this time to rest at home. Don’t bother with company affairs.”

Sophie frowned. “Marcus, are you changing the subject? What’s really wrong with your leg?”

Her eyes locked onto his. They were dark as ink–shut tight against outsiders, impossible to see through unless he chose to open up.

“It’s nothing. I’ve got business at the company.”

With that, Marcus ordered the driver forward. The Maybach pulled away, disappearing from view.

Sophie stood frozen, her brows knitted, fingers curling tight.

His injury… it had to do with Liam.

It couldn’t be coincidence–every time Marcus showed weakness, Liam’s position shifted.

What exactly was Marcus hiding?

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