I booked a flight three days later. From then on, I would be free.
But before leaving for the airport, I realized my ID was still being held by the nightclub.
When I went back to retrieve it, I saw Adrian at the bar counter, asking questions. I quickly hid in the shadows.
“Excuse me, why hasn’t Sophia Bennett been coming to work?”
“She resigned.”
“When?”
“Three days ago.”
I slipped out the back door.
“Sophia Bennett!”
I froze. Looking up, I saw Isabella in a luxury dress standing on a raised platform, arms crossed, gazing down at me with disdain. Her smug smile made my blood boil. I met her stare with equal arrogance, and her smile faltered.
“Sophia, I suggest you stay away from Adrian. He’s my boyfriend now.”
I laughed coldly.
“Isabella, what are you so proud of? Everything you have is secondhand. Our parents were mine first—and so was Adrian.”
