Chapter 94

Sophie's POV The invitation arrived like a gift from heaven. Harrison Wells' exclusive gala dinner—and I was specifically requested. I smiled as the department assistant handed me the embossed envelope, aware that every eye in the office was on me. "My, my," whispered a coworker loudly enough for me to hear. "Looks like someone's getting special treatment." I tucked the invitation into my designer purse, feigning modesty. "It's just because I handled the preliminary work on the Wells project." I'd learned my lesson after last time. No more bragging or flaunting my connection to Ryan. I'd play the humble professional until I got what I wanted. At five o'clock, I made my excuses to the department manager and left early, using the gala preparations as my reason. Instead of heading home, I took a taxi straight to Kane's penthouse. Kane was waiting in his wheelchair, a crystal tumbler of scotch in his hand. His hair gleamed under the recessed lighting of his minimalist living room. "You've