CHAPTER 110: CHAPTER 110: NIGHT FALLS, TIME TO DRAW IN THE NET

Chinese New Year’s Eve.

The Sterling Family arrived at The Private Kitchen.

They booked a large private room on the top floor.

Ian Lynch and Willow Sterling returned to the Lynch Family and did not join them.

As soon as they sat down, Zane Sterling’s phone rang; it was Ethan Sinclair calling.

Zane patted Sophia Lowell’s shoulder, telling her to sit and wait for the meal, then picked up the phone and walked out.

Sophia glanced at him.

Since when did Ethan Sinclair’s calls need to be private?

"Everything’s ready." Ethan Sinclair.

"Wait a bit longer, not everyone is here yet."

Zane kept the phone by his ear without hanging up, leaning against the corridor, watching the private room diagonally opposite.

Henry Quinn and Sienna Lawson came up, coincidentally meeting Zane’s gaze.

Zane smiled, his smile tinged with a hint of inexplicable mockery.

Henry has woken up again?

No worries, it doesn’t matter, let him go back to sleep later.

Henry avoided eye contact with this man.

This man is his nightmare; all the harm caused several times is thanks to this man!

And this man not only sells clothes; the areas he touches are almost the lifeline of the entire business world.

It was only at Elder Jennings’ banquet not long ago, hearing from the people around Clay Gable, that he truly understood the man before him.

Henry then knew what kind of man he had offended.

While avoiding eye contact, he and Sienna Lawson cast their gaze into the private room, at Sophia Lowell sitting beside Zoe Walsh.

Even a kept mistress can sit at the table and eat?

No!

Absolutely impossible!

The Sterling Family’s traditions would never allow anyone unsuitable to sit and dine together!

But what they saw was Sophia Lowell chatting and laughing with Zoe Walsh and Eugene Sterling, showing not a hint of unpleasantness.

There’s only one possibility.

They are really married!

Sophia Lowell and Zane Sterling are married?

No—

With each step Henry took forward, it felt as if he were walking on sharp blades, each step difficult.

Back at Brighton Gardens, Sophia had told him she and Zane Sterling were married.

She even called Zane "husband" right in front of Henry.

He thought at the time she was calling him that out of revenge.

Are they really married?

When did this happen?

A thin layer of fog clouded his eyes.

"It’s dark now; it’s time to close the net."

Zane’s magnetic voice said calmly to the person on the phone, slowly putting away the phone.

Henry’s steps faltered for a moment, his spine chilled.

The sudden acceleration of his heartbeat made him feel something major was about to happen.

Returning to the private room.

Henry was uneasy.

Sienna, pregnant beside him, looked at his despondent expression and snorted disapprovingly.

"Don’t get emo; see, the man Sophia is with is someone you can’t even jump high enough to reach their knee."

Sienna knew this man wouldn’t change.

She prayed to give birth peacefully and live a good life.

As for Henry, if he wants to mess around, let him; he has hit dead ends so many times yet remains unrepentant.

That’s possibly because the dead ends haven’t been hit enough.

Hit a few more times, and he’ll wake up.

Zane sat beside Sophia, seeing the tableware already prepared in front of him, along with his favorite slightly spicy dishes.

His eyes reflected the tenderness of a husband, filled with smiles.

"CEO, don’t work on New Year’s Eve, alright?" Sophia teased.

"Got it, Mrs. CEO." he replied.

This meal was particularly enjoyable.

Grandpa Sterling gave everyone present red envelopes, directly transferred as money.

Sophia checked her phone; the message alert showed 8.8 million yuan.

"Grandpa, did you give too much?" Sophia quickly raised her head.

"Not too much, not too much, just keep it! Grandpa has nothing but plenty of money."

Everyone laughed.

Zane nudged her arm, "Mine’s the same."

"..."

The red envelopes of rich people are indeed extraordinary.

At this moment, Zoe Walsh and Eugene Sterling handed Sophia a box they held.

"This is a supplement to your dowry. Zane is inexperienced; this is a small token from us. All in your name, it’s personal property, nothing to do with him, rest assured!"

Zane’s face darkened.

Loving mother, indeed.

If he’d presented 200 million back then, wouldn’t he have scared the young woman away?

Was this really his fault?

Sophia curiously took the heavy box in her hand.

Opening it, it was filled with property deeds.

Twenty-two properties!

"You’re twenty-two this year, one property a year." Zoe Walsh patted her hand.

"Miss Walsh, my dear mom..." Sophia opened her arms, embracing Zoe Walsh, "How can I manage to live in them all..."

She was so moved she almost cried.

"Have more kids, each can live in one!" Grandpa Sterling laughed heartily.

Everyone continued eating and laughing.

Sophia let go, her face flushed, unable to suppress the spreading blush from her neck to her ears.

She embarrassedly closed the box, tossing it to Zane.

"Grandpa, we’ll work hard." Zane took the box, responding with a smile.

Sophia kicked him under the table.

Twelve properties, twelve kids?

Even a donkey needs rest in the production team.

Is this to form an entire soccer team...

This push for more children is indeed reasonable.

Meanwhile, in another private room.

Henry listened to the call, his face that had just regained some color turned pale again.

His feet gave way, grasping the table, the utensils clattering, nearly causing him to fall.

The phone slid slowly from his hand, falling onto the carpet, barely making a sound.

But everyone present was stunned, directing their gazes at him.

This man, what’s wrong with him now?

"What’s wrong? Can we just have a peaceful meal during New Year’s?" Sienna asked impatiently.

"Company, has problems—"

Crash!!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Of all times, it had to be on Chinese New Year’s Eve when problems occurred.

He suddenly recalled Zane’s words during the phone call in the corridor: "It’s dark now; it’s time to close the net!"

This was directed at him!

Zane intended to annihilate him completely!

Sophia indeed followed such a man!

His mind went dizzy, overwhelmed with vertigo, causing him to collapse.

Chaos erupted in the private room.

Sienna looked at Henry on the floor, breathing heavily, clutching her belly, gritting her teeth.

A stain of bright red blood sullied the dress of Bianca White; she was having a miscarriage...

The screams in the private room grew louder!

The waiter entering was shocked by the scene, urging those around to call for emergency services.

Returning from the restroom, Zane and Sophia witnessed the scene.

Henry and Sienna were carried on stretchers by medical personnel, passing by them.

Zane tightened his grip on Sophia’s shoulder.

Sophia felt uneasy, her heart pounding; she had an inexplicable premonition.

She looked up at him.

He smiled slightly, gazing down at the woman in his arms, like a triumphant general.

Sophia immediately understood.

It was his doing.

"Is it illegal?" she asked.

"Yes, it’s illegal." he replied.

"Then you..."

"Relax, he committed the crime."

Sophia breathed a sigh of relief, "Well done."