Sophia?
"Sophia... Morton?" She mumbled, scrunching her forehead in puzzlement and irritation.
Why did that name sound familiar?
Who was she?
"I want everything you can find about her?" She said to the private investigator she hired.
Her name had set alarm bells ringing inside her head, but her face remained a riddle.
As far as her memories were concerned, she hadn't met her before, but there was something about her that made her feel uneasy.
Besides, how did she end up married to her ex-husband? What was her connection to the Morton family?
"Give me a week, Ms. Smith." The detective said.
Looking around the four corners of her luxurious penthouse suite, she knew she could not wait that long.
Every day wasted was already costing her millions. By returning to the States, she had to abandon her project, thereby breaching her contract.
But it was millions of dollars she was willing to burn as long as she could get back what was hers.
