Sophie walked into Marriot Hotel’s convention hall, which had been decorated to the brim with muted elegance—one she carefully instructed. The kind that screamed old money, the kind that a newly founded company by a no-name newcomer like Adrian Beckett should never have. The fact that he seemed to possess this innate class contributed to his image.
That Adrian Beckett belonged.
Had Adrian ever loved her? Or had she just been good for his brand?
Whatever it was, the things she had to do remained the same. And it was something that would benefit her cause, too, even in this battle that Adrian seemingly underestimated.
Networking.
She stepped alone into the venue, and was immediately met with stares. Not surprising. In the three years of their marriage, and all the years before that, thi
