Chapter 319

“Sophia.” Vivian walked in, face dark as a storm. Angelina gave a gloating smirk. The boss was super protective—especially when it came to her sister-in-law. It was okay for them to mess with FN staff and artists. That was part of the plan. But letting these idiots pick on Sophia? No way. “Sis—uh, Miss Grant.” Sophia looked flustered, clearly rattled by Vivian’s icy vibe. That scalding tea was just about to land—Vivian didn’t hesitate and threw a long leg over. “Argh!” Franklin let out a painful yelp. The boiling tea meant for Sophia had landed straight on Franklin’s leg. He jumped up, clutching his thigh and yelling, “Vivian!” He glared at her like a snake eyeing its prey, looked about ready to strike. Vivian calmly pulled the pale-faced Sophia to her side, gave Franklin a cold stare. “Who do you think you are, ordering Sophia around like she’s your maid?” ...Sophia? Paul Stone, who had been shocked silent, suddenly felt his heart drop. If memory served, wasn’t the reclusive daughter