The Show Begins

Sophia could hardly believe her eyes. She rubbed them hard, trying to make sure she wasn't seeing things—but the man standing in Grant's living room was someone she knew all too well.

It was the same worker who had dropped the metal bucket from the scaffolding that day.

Her father had bribed him to stage a "hero saves the damsel" act, so she could "save" Liam and win his favor.

And now… he was here in the Grant household?

She was done for.

Though it was warm and pleasant in April, Sophia felt like she had plunged into an icy lake, trembling all over from the cold.

She wished she could rush over and silence that worker for good. A wave of murderous intent surged in her chest.

How could she have been so full of herself, so careless?

She should have arranged everything flawlessly, controlled every variable. But now, the perfect opportunity was completely ruined.