Afternoon.
When Lucas and Sophia returned to Blackstone Manor, they found Harper already waiting inside.
"Sophia, finally! You're back—something big happened!"
"I know. You want to say Olivia's out."
Harper raised a brow, the words she had prepared dying halfway in her throat.
"You… already know? And you're not planning your next move?"
"Right now, I'm the one set to take over the Morgan Group in name. Dylan is handling things for me. If Olivia's out, she'll come to me first."
Sophia held her waist and dropped onto the sofa, completely drained.
"No, wait—you should be more nervous! She's a little white lotus. Your accident back then—maybe she didn't plan it, but she definitely knew something."
Harper looked uneasy. Some nuisances were harmless, but when they stirred up trouble, nothing good ever followed.
"Massage my waist for a minute."
"Huh?"
Harper's hands automatically moved to her waist.
"What happened to you?"
