Chapter 128
After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife
#128 âWe canât Afford Any Slip-ups.
As soon as Megan left Alexanderâs office he sighed. Conversations with Megan always put a strain on him, and he doesnât know how long he can push her away without her having a problem with it.
Alexander texted Kyle that he was waiting for him in his office to talk. Not long after, the journalist entered his office with a big smile.
âHey, boss man, whatâs up?â Kyle greeted, plopping down in a chair across from Alexanderâs desk.
Alexander leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled. âCut the small talk, Kyle. Whatâs the deal with the investigation? Do you learn something?
Kyle scratched his head, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. âYeah, about that. Iâve started poking around the core business, but digging up the real dirt is gonna be a bit of a slow burn.â
Alexander leaned forward, his expression serious. âTime is of the essence, Kyle. We need to wrap this up quickly. Whatâs the holdup?â
Kyle shrugged, âYou know how these things go. Itâs like peeling an onion. Layers, man. But donât worry, I got this. Alexander sighed, rubbing his temples. âJust get to the bottom of it. We need key information, and we need it fast.â
The two men delved into the details of the investigation, strategizing and dissecting the intricacies of the case. As they talked, Kyle couldnât resist injecting a bit of levity into the conversation.
âSpeaking of risks, man, youâre out here playing detective for Sophia while sheâs probably living it up in Vegas with my cousin. Priorities, my friend,â Kyle chuckled.
Alexanderâs face darkened at the mention of Sophia. The casual remark hit a nerve, aggravating an already somber mood. âWhat is she doing in Vegas? And why is she with your cousin?â he asked.
âMy girlfriend Evelyn and Sophia went to Vegas to âlet looseâ, and my charming cousin is playing guide.
If I were you, Iâd be worried. Sandro is a squeamish flatterer.â
âWatch it, Kyle,â Alexander warned, his tone sharp.
But Kyle, always one to push boundaries, continued with a smirk, â Iâm just saying, youâre taking the risks, and sheâs sipping cocktails in the city of lights. Lifeâs funny, huh?â
A heavy silence settled in the room as Alexanderâs expression hardened. The news of Sophiaâs escapades in Las Vegas cast a shadow over him, worsening his already sour mood. Yet, rather than escalating the situation, Alexander reined in his emotions.
âEnough of the jokes, Kyle. Focus on the task at hand,â he urged, his voice low and controlled. âMegan might be catching wind that somethingâs off. We canât afford any slip-ups.â
Kyle nodded, sensing the shift in the roomâs dynamics. âGot it, boss. Iâll hustle and get this done.â
As Kyle bounced out of the room, leaving Alexander alone, a sudden longing for Sophia hit him like a ton of bricks. He couldnât shake off the memories-the way she laughed, the warmth she brought into the room â damn, he missed her.
A feeling of urgency crept in, a realization that time was slipping away and every moment without Sophia felt like she was distancing herself even more. The whole investigation thing mixed with the fact that she was miles away just made him restless.
And it wasnât just the fact that she was with another man there that bothered him. He was just always worried about her. If he hadnât tracked her down to London now who knows what would have happened to her.
Slouching in his chair, Alexander stared out of the window at the city lights below. The twinkling skyline reflected the chaos inside his head. It wasnât just about solving the case; it was about fixing the emotional mess between him and Sophia.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the bustling streets as Sophia and Evelyn plunged into the heart of the city for a shopping spree. Sandro, opting for a lazy day, stayed back at the hotel.
The air was thick with anticipation as they wandered through the vibrant stalls and glittering storefronts, their laughter echoing through the crowded mall.
âEvelyn, if we keep going at the same pace, we wonât be able to walk through the doors with all these purchases soon, âSophia chuckled, eyeing their growing collection of bags.
âI think so too,â Evelyn replied, sharing in the amusement. Little did they know that their carefree laughter was being observed.
Sophiaâs gaze caught a man behind her, a figure that sent a shiver down her spine. His attire bore an uncanny resemblance to the man they had encountered at Lisaâs restaurant. Sophiaâs brows furrowed as the manâs eyes lingered on Evelyn.
âWhatâs wrong? Your smile melted suddenly,â Evelyn observed, her tone laced with concern.
âNothing, letâs go, â Sophia responded, her mind already at work, piecing together the unsettling puzzle.
They continued through the shops, Sophia leading Evelyn with purpose. The man continued to tail them, and Sophiaâs suspicions heightened as she noticed two more figures, dressed identically, joining the pursuit.
Entering a third store in a row and still being followed, Sophia decided it was time to clue Evelyn in on the unfolding situation. The gravity of the moment hung in the air as she whispered,â Evelyn, weâre being followed. Stick close and follow my lead.â
As they maneuvered through the labyrinthine mall, Sophia devised a plan on the fly. A master of strategy, she led Evelyn through a maze of shops, doubling back and changing directions in a seamless dance to shake off their pursuers. The tension in the air thickened with each evasive maneuver, a sense of suspense building like a storm on the horizon.
In the shadowy corners of the mall, Sophiaâs mind raced. What had they stumbled upon? What was the threat lurking behind them? The urgency of the situation fueled her determination to protect not just herself but Evelyn too.
As Sophia and Evelyn stepped out into the fading daylight, the tension of the mall chase lingered in the air. The bustling streets outside offered no solace, only a cloak of uncertainty that shrouded their recent encounter.
âWhat was that all about?â Evelyn queried, confusion etched on her face as they made their way out of the mall.
âI donât know, but letâs head back to the hotel. I doubt theyâll let us go that easily,â Sophia replied, hailing a taxi with a quick wave of her hand.
âWhy are you calling a taxi? The hotel is not far,â Evelyn wondered, a furrow forming on her brow.
âIâll try to fool them,â Sophia said with a hint of determination.
As the taxi pulled up, Sophia and Evelyn quickly hopped in. Sophia leaned forward, instructing the driver to drop them off at the back entrance of the hotel. The engine roared to life, and as the taxi sped away, Sophia hoped they had successfully eluded their pursuers.
Walking past the lobby, they tried to make their way to their room, but to their dismay, the trackers had already anticipated their move. The suited figures sat stoically in front of the reception, eyes scanning everyone who passed by.
Sophia, not surprised they had guessed their destination, felt Evelyn cling tightly to her hand, unwilling to let go.
âCalm down, they wonât do anything to us in front of so many people,â Sophia reassured her.
At that very moment, the pursuers spotted them. The lead tracker, maintaining a facade of politeness, approached Sophia, his request carrying an undeniable air of insistence. âWe need you to come with us,â he stated, his tone measured yet unwavering.
Evelynâs fear palpably hung in the air, but Sophia, displaying an unnerving calm, showed no signs of panic or surprise. She turned to Evelyn, her voice steady and reassuring. âEvelyn, go and find Sandro.
Tell him whatâs happening.â Her gaze locked with Evelynâs, silently conveying trust and determination.
As Evelyn hurried back to the hotel, Sophia calmly stepped into the trackers âcar, leaving behind a cloud of uncertainty. The city lights flickered on as the car disappeared into the night, taking Sophia into the unknown.