Sophia's face drained of color, and in an instant, she was wide awake. She sat up, her voice firm and commanding, "Stay calm. I'll be there right away."
The call had come from her personal assistant—the only person at the studio who knew her true identity as Serena.
Ethan, noticing her serious expression, furrowed his brow and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Sophia quickly jumped out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. "It's just a small issue at the studio. I need to handle it."
Ethan's brow furrowed even more as he watched her rush off. Still uneasy, he grabbed his phone and dialed a number. "Find out what's going on at my wife's studio."
"Understood, Mr. Graham," came the prompt reply.
The studio was one Sophia had just recently opened, officially disconnected from M
