The next morning, Adrian Kingsley drove straight to Sophia Bennett’s penthouse.
He didn’t call ahead.
Didn’t send a message.
So when Sophia opened the door and saw him standing there, her surprise was immediate.
“Adrian?” she said, forcing a smile. “This is unexpected.”
He stepped inside without waiting. “We need to talk.”
Her smile faded as she shut the door. “About what?”
Adrian turned to face her. “The hotel incident.”
For a split second, she froze—but recovered quickly.
“What about it?”
Adrian studied her carefully.
Three years ago, he had trusted her completely. She had been Elena’s closest friend. The one who brought him the photos. The one who convinced him of Elena’s betrayal.
Now, that trust felt… misplaced.
“Who arranged the meeting Elena attended that night?” he ask
