Or… had she simply stopped caring?
The thought pressed against his chest, suffocating.
He pulled out his phone and dialed.
“Look into someone for me,” he said coldly when his assistant picked up. “Xavier. I want everything. Background, connections, recent movements.”
There was a pause. “Yes, Mr. Grant.”
Harrison ended the call, jaw tight.
He didn’t like not knowing.
Especially when it came to her.
Meanwhile, Sophie sat in Theo’s car, tears streaming down her face.
“I never expected Harrison to speak to me like that. He’s never used that tone with me before.”
Theo gripped the steering wheel awkwardly, clearly out of his depth.
“Sophie, don’t be upset. Harry didn’t mean it. He still cares about you. You know how hard it is to get tickets to that conference. He must have gone throu
