Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 323: Just business minded...

Sonia took a deep breath, swirling the phone in her hand. "Of course, don’t you think this is an opportunity to get

something that would have taken a long walk?

Her smile widened. "Just business-minded."

Tricia was stumped, her breath coming in gasps, her mouth opened to say something and closed.

She felt the world spinning around her. She didn’t know what to say. To put it simply, she was dumbstruck.

After delivering that shocking response, Sonia returned her attention to her phone. This was the last stroke that

broke the camel's back.

Tricia’s fist clenched tightly as she suppressed the rage bubbling inside her. With every fiber in her body, she

willed herself not to strangle Sonia in that car.

She couldn’t stomach such betrayal. Sonia, either oblivious or pretending to be, spared her no glance.

Tricia took a deep breath as she analyzed Sonia's actions and words, and she only drew one conclusion and that

is betrayal. She stared at Sonia for a long time.

She didn’t expect this level of betrayal. She nodded after a while. She opened her mouth. "Sonia, for the last

time, are we going along with the main plans or are you really dropping the plans?" she asked.

"Tricia, let's take a look back. Can we just let this be? Let's take a look at the brighter side of life," she said

sincerely.

Tricia stared at her, dumbfounded. She couldn't help but wonder what had happened in between that she wasn’t

aware of. Tricia is quite sure of Sonia having a deep-seated grudge with Lady Bright over the years.

Over the years, she made so many efforts to undermine and thwart the success of every fashion show. Just last

year, she had made the main abscond at the last minute, she paid her hugely more than Angels’ Wear had

signed with her, and to fulfill the process, she had even taken her in as a top model. Yet it didn’t improve her

market performance.

Also, for the past three months, Deluxe Wear had also experienced so many market setbacks just at the mention

of the fashion launch.

To top it off, she could still remember vividly how furious Sonia had been just because her customers were in her

mall discussing the fashion show. She had lost her temper and ushered them out.

Like though that wasn’t enough, her sales representative mentioned the strategies used by marketing Angels’

Wear and asked for sadjustments be made on theirs. She had angrily shut her down for comparing Deluxe

Wear and Angels’ Wear.

Tricia is quite certain that the nAngels’ Wear is too bitter for Sonia to hear, and she would stop at nothing to

get her destroyed.

"What then had changed?"

"Who had she met?"

"What is she really plotting at this hour?"

"Is she really letting go so easily, or is she searching for a better means of handling the matter?"

"Or, is she just trying to sidelinein her actions?" she thought.

She stared at her for a while. "Sonia, you are more interested in signing a partnership deal with Angels’ Wear,

but for me, | will stop at nothing to see her fall and roll in the mud," Tricia declared.

"Tricia, | can’t stop your idea and how you sought to get revenge, but then | think you should be more careful."

She took a deep pause. "Don’t offend who you shouldn't offend," she advised.

For Sonia, with the gout of her control, it is better to rein in her anger and soar on a clear coast. It might not

be harmful to let go, but it might be more deadly to hold on and secure such a feat.

Though Sonia had said this, Tricia is now certain that something had transpired that totally made the she-devil a

saint.

"Sonia, were you just bought over or were you crushing on Davis because he could now stand?"

Hearing her statement, Sonia's head turned sharply to give her a look, but her determined stare made her look

away, her expression flustered as she struggled to gather her composure. She dared not let Tricia into what had

happened; otherwise, she wouldn't hear the end of it.

Earlier After Sonia had discussed with Tricia at the lounge on her plans of making Lady Bright worthless and her

npossibly destroyed, she spurned on her heels to her bedroom to get herself ready for the show. But then

her phone rang.

At first, she had ignored the number since it was unfamiliar, but after the first and second ring, she decided to

answer. Her hand slid across the screen, and as she lifted the phone to her ears, a charming sonorous voice

floated over. "Miss Sonia Zak, let's make a deal?" he said.

Sonia felt confused at the straightforward offer. She was sure she didn’t know the person, but definitely, he knew

her. Her head spun with thoughts on who could make such a proposition, but nobody cto mind.

"Who are you and what deal are you talking about?" she asked. She dared not make any mistake so as not to fall

into the enemy's trap, but then she had to be bold enough to grab any opportunity coming her way.

"Davis Allen," the voice muttered with a chilling iciness that left her shivering even across the phone. Sonia had

been in the mall for a few years. She took a deep breath and a decision quickly made. "If it’s actually Davis Allen,

a consensus might still be reached."

"What is the deal?" she asked over the phone.

"Simple. Take your hands off Angels” Wear or..." He paused, letting her digest the implications herself.

Sonia staggered for a moment; her head felt dizzy. She had just been threatened, but then it wasn’t the problem

—but because of the sarch-enemy she had set out to destroy.

She weighed her options, but before she could lambast the caller, he beat her to it. "If you accept the offer, meet