CHAPTER 122: CHAPTER 122: SHE IS A FORMIDABLE RIVAL

"Ellison, I’m sorry, my parents were just too anxious, that’s why this happened and caused you trouble." Beau Morgan looked apologetic.

Faye Ellison smiled, "No worries, it’s human nature, I understand. But Miss Morgan, you have quite the skills. Don’t let any ulterior motives tarnish your soul; that’s not something any connection can resolve."

He was reminding her that while backdoors might work elsewhere, character cannot deceive, and there’s no shortcut there.

Beau Morgan nodded, "I understand, senior. I’ll make sure the police solve the case quickly to clear Sophia Lowell’s name."

He nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.

As he turned, the lips of the three people behind him pressed into a line.

Faye Ellison was the founder of Folio Bespoke, heavily supported by Professor Carter, and had also collaborated with the national government, earning the highest reputation among his peers in this circle.

Also, Teacher Carter was his mentor. If they wanted to apprentice under Professor Carter, Faye’s vote would be crucial, and they couldn’t afford to offend him.

Beau Morgan was even gnashing her teeth in hatred!

Sophia Lowell, a mere designer, had so many men backing her up.

She couldn’t understand why Zane Sterling would marry this unrelated woman in just a few months and be so deeply in love with her.

Beau Morgan lay in bed, reflecting on the things she’d done recently. If she really ended up with Zane Sterling, her tactics wouldn’t stand a chance.

Just with this, she might already have lost completely.

Just now, she thought Sophia Lowell would be scared and compromising, maybe cry, but Sophia showed none of that, remaining exceptionally calm.

She was a formidable opponent.

Beau Morgan chuckled, thinking that after being by Zane Sterling’s side for so many years, with no women around him and never seeing him smile at any other woman, plus the support from both families, their relationship should have deepened, but she was still a step too late.

It was surprising that Sophia Lowell could make The Sterling Family like her; Sophia must have some extraordinary qualities.

Her mood faded, and she turned her face away, not knowing if she should still pursue this.

——

When Zane Sterling pulled Sophia Lowell downstairs, they ran into Ethan Sinclair and a few bodyguards, presumably called over by Zane Sterling.

Luckily, everything was over.

Ethan Sinclair wore a bright red coat with a red scarf around his neck. Since it was the second day of the Lunar New Year, one might mistake it for a celebration.

"Mr. Sterling, Madam," Ethan Sinclair nodded, not very enthusiastic, but the spirit of a worker was still there.

Sophia Lowell didn’t want to speak, still angry that Zane Sterling didn’t tell her anything.

She even felt that when he said he would take care of it, it was as if he was already pinning the blame on her, without giving her a chance to explain.

This approach didn’t make her think Zane Sterling’s behavior was cool at all.

Sophia was frustrated, wondering what made him think she was so domineering and unreasonable.

She wanted to explode.

At this moment, Zane Sterling felt a tremendous sense of crisis in his heart.

A voice kept reminding him that Faye Ellison was dangerous, making him feel his position was unstable.

He also vaguely sensed that this woman was angry, assuming it was because he was jealous of Faye Ellison, not because he hadn’t told her about the explosion at Beau Morgan’s villa.

Ethan Sinclair watched the two of them sit in the back seat with stern faces and felt something amiss, sensing he might have to work overtime again.

Sigh——

He waved his hand, and the bodyguards got into the last car.

A different bodyguard drove today, with Ethan Sinclair in the front passenger seat.

The car drove to the police station.

Sophia Lowell cooperated with the police for a brief talk, while Ethan Sinclair and Zane Sterling discussed matters in the car.

"Did you find out?" Zane Sterling asked.

Ethan Sinclair acknowledged, opening a tablet showing gas usage times.

The gas usage period was before Beau Morgan called Zane Sterling and ended about ten minutes later.

Meaning, Sophia Lowell didn’t turn on the gas, and it took them about ten minutes to reach Beau Morgan’s home.

Sophia turned off the gas, leaving her fingerprints.

So, Beau Morgan lied, but why?

Could it really confirm his original suspicion that she was inherently like that?

"Hand it to the police." Zane Sterling rubbed his forehead, "These two incidents have something odd."

"Understood." Ethan Sinclair knew what he meant and immediately communicated with the police.

"Do you know Faye Ellison?" he asked Ethan Sinclair.

"Yes, university classmate." Ethan Sinclair honestly answered, anticipating what Zane Sterling might ask, he continued, "He’s also a student of Professor Carter, had a good relationship with Madam, used to do design projects together, but have since lost touch."

"How good?"

"..." Ethan Sinclair didn’t answer directly, "Just like me and Sophia Lowell."

This time he didn’t call her Madam, indicating it wasn’t a superior-subordinate relationship but a familiar classmate relationship.

Faye Ellison had liked Sophia Lowell in college, but that was long ago.

Now that Sophia was married, discussing this seemed meaningless.

"Give me the information." He wanted to compare and see if this man was worth his concern.

"Founder of Folio Fashion Design, previously collaborated with the government."

Folio consistently ranked first in bespoke men’s fashion.

Clearly, this man was skilled, not easily swayed.

Zane Sterling frowned, feeling a headache.

——

Sophia Lowell left the police station at two in the afternoon.

Sienna Lawson was convicted, but due to a miscarriage, she remained in the hospital under guard.

From her, they learned Henry Quinn’s company was acquired, by none other than Sterling Group.

On New Year’s Eve, no less.

——

Neither spoke in the car, suddenly finding themselves in a silent cold war.

Ethan Sinclair, sitting in the front passenger seat, felt like he was in an icehouse, chilling to the bone.

Finally, they reached the restaurant to have a late lunch. Ethan Sinclair didn’t dare breathe heavily, carefully picking his food, afraid of choosing the wrong dish and getting scolded.

"Ethan Sinclair, why are you dressed like that?" Sophia Lowell spoke first, but not to Zane Sterling.

Ethan Sinclair smiled, "My grandmother bought it for me, said I should wear it before work for good fortune."

"You believe that, might as well put some red bills by your bed." Zane Sterling sneered.

"Mr. Sterling might not know, some things can’t be bought with red bills; money can’t solve everything." Irritated, Sophia Lowell ate a big piece of meat.

Talking to him was infuriating.

She pondered over the incident at Beau Morgan’s villa, wondering if she would be blamed in the end, and if Zane Sterling would, like in novels, throw a few hundred thousand at her, using money to quash public opinion.

It seemed like something he would do.

Zane Sterling was at a loss for words.

Ethan Sinclair quietly lowered his head, focusing on his meal to minimize his presence.