Dump the Scumbag

Inside the presidential suite of the hotel, dim lights cast a soft glow over the room.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor beside the massive three-meter-wide bed.

Sophia’s long black hair spread across the white pillow.

Her delicate face looked pale and almost translucent under the dim light.

A man’s deep, magnetic voice whispered in her ear, sounding like a cello, but it carried no warmth.

"Don't move."

The next moment, Sophia gasped, and darkness swallowed her whole.

The sound of the man’s heavy breathing filled her ears, making everything feel unreal.

Then, his hoarse but cold voice, tinged with anger, rang out.

"How dare you set me up?"

Sophia had no idea how she got off the bed.

But when she heard the man’s furious voice behind her, she panicked, grabbed her dress from the floor, and ran out of the room like a madwoman.

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Garcia Family Manor

"Master Garcia, am I beautiful, or is Sophia more beautiful?"

"Sophia is nothing compared to you, my darling. You are the most beautiful."

Sophia hurried toward the study but stopped when she heard mocking laughter coming from inside.

That laughter snapped her out of her daze. The bruise on her wrist reminded her that something had happened.

Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched into tight fists, and a burning rage surged through her.

Her face was ice-cold as she pushed open the door and stepped inside. What she saw made her stomach churn in disgust.

She didn't flinch. Instead, she calmly looked at the man and woman in front of her.

With a mocking tone, she said, "Joseph, if something happens at our wedding tomorrow, you’ll be attending in a wheelchair."

Joseph, the CEO of the Garcia Group, sat at his desk, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

His sharp peach blossom eyes were filled with disgust as he shot a cold glare at Sophia and spat out one word:

"Get out!"

Sophia’s anger burned, but she refused to show any weakness. That was exactly what Joseph wanted to see.

"Joseph, don’t forget—I’m your fiancée. So it's not me who should leave, but Harper, who’s lying half-dressed beside you."

Fiancée? What a joke. They had only known each other for half a month, and the number of words they had exchanged could be counted on two hands.

Meanwhile, Joseph was constantly making headlines with different women. That was how Sophia had come to understand the kind of man he was.

Even if she didn’t want him anymore, she wouldn’t let Harper, who was flaunting herself in front of her, have an easy time.

She turned to Harper, who was blushing in embarrassment, and sneered.

"Harper, put on your clothes and get out of my house."

Harper’s face turned bright red with anger as she clung to Joseph like an octopus.

"Joseph, she’s being so mean to me," she whined, her voice dripping with fake innocence.

She looked at Sophia, who was dressed in a long black gown. Her silky black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her face was stunningly beautiful, exuding elegance.

Harper despised her.

To Harper, Sophia looked as pure and flawless as a lily. But she must have seduced a bunch of old men behind their backs, how else could a poor girl like her have climbed up to Joseph?

Joseph held Harper in his arms, his eyes filled with anger.

"Sophia, get out of here!"

Sophia wasn’t the least bit afraid. She stopped sneering and instead smiled like a cherry blossom in full bloom—pure and ethereal.

"Get out? Who do you think you are?" She smirked, her lips curling. "If anyone’s leaving, it’s you and Harper."

"Joseph, can you believe what she’s saying? She’s telling me to leave—and you too! How shameless!" Harper immediately tried to provoke Joseph. Acting like the lady of the house, she arrogantly snapped at Sophia, "Don’t push your luck! Joseph won’t like you. You’re the one who should leave!"

"Am I the one pushing my luck?" Sophia sneered. "Who’s the real shameless one here? You're fooling around with my fiancé right in front of me."

She chuckled and looked at Joseph with mockery in her eyes.

"Master Garcia doesn’t like me, but he likes you. Why don’t you marry him instead? After all, you’re the kind of woman who doesn’t mind taking leftovers."

Harper’s face turned green.

"Sophia, you—you’re the shameless one!"

Sophia’s smile faded, replaced by an icy glare.

"I’m not as cheap as you." Her tone turned sharp. "You have one minute to get out."

Harper was so angry she stomped her foot. She turned to Joseph and whined, "Joseph… Sophia is so mean to me! She’s insulting me! Say something!"

Sophia’s expression was like ice. She looked straight at Joseph and said coldly, "She stays. Let her attend the wedding the day after tomorrow."

Joseph’s face darkened. He stared at Sophia, and for a moment, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

But in the end, he turned to Harper and said, "Baby, go home first. I’ll come find you later."

Harper was stunned.

She couldn’t believe it. After everything Sophia had said, Joseph still wouldn’t protect her?

But when she saw the firm look in his eyes, she had no choice but to leave. With a face full of resentment, she glared at Sophia, her eyes filled with malice.

"Sophia, Joseph only belongs to me. Even if he marries you, he won’t ever touch you! You’ll be nothing but a joke!"

Sophia raised her hand and slapped Harper across the face.

"You—how dare you hit me?" Harper clutched her burning cheek in shock.

"I’ll hit you whenever I want," Sophia said coldly. Her voice was sharp and full of contempt. "Harper, who do you think you are? You’re just a cheap third party trying to step on me. I don’t even want Joseph, and you think you can take something from me? Get lost!"

She lifted her hand again, ready to slap Harper once more.

Harper burst into tears and ran out of the room. But Sophia knew this wasn’t the end. Harper would definitely try to get back at her.

"Sophia, you’re disgusting!" Joseph seethed, his eyes burning with rage.

Sophia scoffed.

"If you had any dignity, why didn’t you stop me from slapping Harper?" She sneered. "Oh, right. Because you’re just a scumbag."

"You say Harper will take anyone, but you’re no different," Joseph growled. But then, as if he suddenly thought of something, his furious expression twisted into a mocking smile.

"How did it feel being drunk last night?"

Sophia’s hatred for him ran deep, but she kept her composure and smiled flirtatiously.

"It felt amazing," she purred, her fingers tracing her collarbone.

Her teasing tone made Joseph’s face turn dark.

His gaze was ice-cold, and a dangerous aura surrounded him. He clenched his fists, his peach blossom eyes burning with fury.

Then, as if savoring his victory, he smirked.

"Satisfied? You’re really flattering yourself," he sneered. "Do you even know who you were with last night?"