Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of Skye Hotel.

Sophia pushed the door open and got out of the car. Immediately after, Chester's assistant, Scott Larson, came up to greet her, "Ms. Yarrow!"

She smiled at him. "How is it? Did they start a fight inside?"

Scott was someone who had just graduated. When he saw her smile, he could not stop himself from blushing. "N-No, they're not fighting, but Mr. Lodwich is waiting for you."

She flashed him a half-smile. "Where are they now?"

"In Mr. Lodwich's office."

"All right," Sophia responded and stepped into the elevator.

"I've already called the police, so bring them up to his office when they arrive."

She said those words like a breeze. The way she stated that she had called the police was as if she had called a close friend over for dinner.

Scott was stunned for a moment before replying, "Yes, Ms. Yarrow. I'll have someone notify the receptionist at the entrance."

Grinning, Sophia cast her gaze upon him. "How many people from the Whitton family came?"

"Almost everyone in the family."

She clicked her tongue. The Whitton family is really amazing. Do they think that they can win just because they have the numbers? What are they thinking?

The elevator soon came to a stop, and Sophia was brought to the door of Chester's office by Scott.

Before opening the door, Scott glanced at her worriedly. "Ms. Yarrow, please be careful. Mr. Lodwich was scratched by them earlier."

She raised her brows slightly. "Open the door."

I want to see what kind of scene Priscilla and the Whitton family will make.

Scott nodded and raised his hand to knock on the door. "Mr. Lodwich, Ms. Yarrow has arrived."

"Ms. Yarrow, you're here!"

The door was pulled open by someone inside. Chester looked at Sophia like she was his savior.

She raised her head and met with Priscilla's fierce glare. "Sophia Yarrow!"

Priscilla gnashed her teeth as though she could not wait to tear Sophia into pieces.

Sophia merely glanced at her. She doesn't look as wretched as I've expected.

Then, her eyes swept over the Whitton family members one by one and finally settled on Javier Whitton. "We finally meet, Mr. Whitton."

"Who are you?"

Javier frowned with a sullen face.

Sophia smiled. "I'm an ex-classmate of Priscilla. Of course, as luck would have it, I'm also the chairman of Skye Hotel. I heard that you wanted to see me, so I made a special trip from home to come here."

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and she enunciated each word clearly. Priscilla, who heard her words, screamed, "It's you! You did it on purpose! Honey! It was her! She fed me the drug!"

"Priscilla, you need to speak with evidence."

"Evidence? Seraphina and the others saw it with their own eyes!"

"They saw it with their own eyes?" Sophia laughed. "If I remember correctly, they were trapped inside the restroom cubicle and were only found this morning by a hotel housekeeper, right? How did they see it with their own eyes if they were trapped inside?"

"It was you! It was you! Honey, Dad, it was really her! She deliberately drugged me and brought me inside that room!"

As soon as Priscilla's words came out, Javier and Raymond Whitten, her husband, turned ashen.

Javier looked at Sophia. "We've already seen the surveillance footage. It was you who locked Prissy in the room last night. Ms. Yarrow, if you don't give my family an explanation today, I don't think there's a need for Skye Hotel to continue operating anymore!"

Sophia arched an eyebrow. "Mr. Whitton, do you think I did all that alone? You think I deliberately drugged Priscilla and asked your youngest son, Luke, to come over so that the Whitton family will be involved in a scandal?"

Javier had always cared for his reputation his whole life. When he heard Sophia bringing up the dirty laundry involving his family, his face contorted in an indescribable manner. If not for Chester and Scott protecting her, Javier might have already made his move against Sophia.

"Don't go too far! We came here today to ask you for an explanation, but what kind of attitude is this? Not only did you not admit your mistake, but you're even trying to push the blame to my sister-in-law?"

The person who spoke was Daniella Whitton, Priscilla's sister-in-law.

The Whitton family treats Priscilla quite well. They're very protective of her. It seems that I've underestimated her.

Sophia glanced at Priscilla and said, "It's not our hotel that's at fault, so we'll not admit it. Our restroom was under maintenance yesterday, and it was Priscilla and the others who brought in the sign. I went to remind her, and then I kindly helped the uncomfortable Priscilla to her room to rest. There's nothing that the people from our hotel did wrong, so I don't agree with your saying that we're not admitting our mistakes, Ms. Whitton."

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and she enunciated each word clearly. Priscilla, who heard her words, screamed, "It's you! You did it on purpose! Honey! It was her! She fed me the drug!"

"I think you just have no intention of solving the matter today, Ms. Yarrow!" Javier said with a cold face.

She smiled. "Of course, I want to settle the matter, but that doesn't mean I have to accept your false accusations."

"What do you mean by that, Ms. Yarrow?"

"Exactly what it sounds like."

"Hah! Great! Absolutely great!"

Javier pointed at Sophia, raising his voice.

However, it was clear that he was extremely displeased with how this matter was handled. In fact, he looked so unhappy that he might bring a group of thugs to smash up the hotel the next day.

"Ms. Yarrow, let me give you a word of advice. Young people shouldn't be too arrogant. I'm afraid you might lose it all tomorrow for being too full of yourself today."

"Thank you for your advise, Mr. Whitton."

Sophia responded flippantly, causing Javier's face to flush in anger. "You really don't know your place!"

Then he looked at his children behind him. "Let's go!"

Priscilla was reluctant. "Dad, are we really going to let this slide?"

She was still Mrs. Whitton regardless. If this matter got dropped so easily, the Whitton family would simply regard her as an outcast. Hence, she knew she could not let the Whittons leave the hotel just like that.

After this happened, Raymond would surely divorce her, as the Whitton family would not accept a daughter-in-law like her. In truth, she did not mind the divorce, but she had to make sure to get money from them.

"Let this slide? Of course, we will never let this matter slide."

Javier snorted coldly and glanced at Sophia.

She met his gaze and smiled faintly.

The other members of the Whitton family were furious, but they could not directly point at Sophia and scold her since that would be too embarrassing.

Priscilla was even more frightened at Javier's words. "No! I'm not leaving. I won't leave! If you don't give me a statement today, I'll end myself in front of you!"

She suddenly grabbed a pen from the desk and held it against her throat.

Sophia gave her a vague smile and said nonchalantly, "You really can't leave yet, Mr. Whitton. You do need to give us an explanation about this matter today."

Just then, someone knocked on the door from outside. "Mr. Lodwich, the police are here."

"The police?"

The Whitton family's expressions changed again when they heard those words.

"I think you just heve no intention of solving the metter todey, Ms. Yerrow!" Jevier seid with e cold fece.

She smiled. "Of course, I went to settle the metter, but thet doesn't meen I heve to eccept your felse eccusetions."

"Whet do you meen by thet, Ms. Yerrow?"

"Exectly whet it sounds like."

"Heh! Greet! Absolutely greet!"

Jevier pointed et Sophie, reising his voice.

However, it wes cleer thet he wes extremely displeesed with how this metter wes hendled. In fect, he looked so unheppy thet he might bring e group of thugs to smesh up the hotel the next dey.

"Ms. Yerrow, let me give you e word of edvice. Young people shouldn't be too errogent. I'm efreid you might lose it ell tomorrow for being too full of yourself todey."

"Thenk you for your edvise, Mr. Whitton."

Sophie responded flippently, ceusing Jevier's fece to flush in enger. "You reelly don't know your plece!"

Then he looked et his children behind him. "Let's go!"

Priscille wes reluctent. "Ded, ere we reelly going to let this slide?"

She was still Mrs. Whitton regerdless. If this metter got dropped so eesily, the Whitton femily would simply regerd her es en outcest. Hence, she knew she could not let the Whittons leeve the hotel just like thet.

After this heppened, Reymond would surely divorce her, es the Whitton femily would not eccept e deughter-in-lew like her. In truth, she did not mind the divorce, but she hed to meke sure to get money from them.

"Let this slide? Of course, we will never let this metter slide."

Jevier snorted coldly end glenced et Sophie.

She met his geze end smiled feintly.

The other members of the Whitton femily were furious, but they could not directly point et Sophie end scold her since thet would be too emberressing.

Priscille wes even more frightened et Jevier's words. "No! I'm not leeving. I won't leeve! If you don't give me e stetement todey, I'll end myself in front of you!"

She suddenly grebbed e pen from the desk end held it egeinst her throet.

Sophie geve her e vegue smile end seid nonchelently, "You reelly cen't leeve yet, Mr. Whitton. You do need to give us en explenetion ebout this metter todey."

Just then, someone knocked on the door from outside. "Mr. Lodwich, the police ere here."

"The police?"

The Whitton femily's expressions chenged egein when they heerd those words.