Isabella set her silver fork down with a soft clink. “You have no objections?”

A calm smile touched Sophia’s lips. “I respect your decision, Ms. Sterling.” Her reply was brief, yet carried undeniable weight.

Olivia’s mouth curved into a playful, knowing smirk. A flicker of genuine admiration lit her gaze. “I appreciate your directness, Miss Scott.”

With a subtle nod, she signaled her assistant. “Fetch the document, please.” She turned back to Isabella. “While Blackwood Enterprises secured the main project, I have something else in mind for you.”

Hesitantly, Isabella accepted the folder. She opened it, and her eyes widened instantly.

It detailed the jewelry design for Olivia’s upcoming appearance at the Starlight Gala.

Every specification was listed—materials, styles, intricate requirements.

Overcome, Isabella’s voice was a soft murmur. “This is… incredible.”

She looked up, her expression one of pure shock. Her lips trembled slightly. Olivia’s tone was light, almost casual. “Don’t disappoint me, Miss Scott. I have faith in your talent.”

With a wave of her hand, she instructed her assistant. “Please arrange a car to take Miss Scott back to the city.”

Clutching the document tightly, Isabella felt a surge of determination. She nodded firmly, her voice clear and strong. “I won’t let you down, Ms. Sterling!”

Meanwhile, Sophia approached the familiar black sedan, a triumphant smile still gracing her features. She reached for the passenger door handle.

It didn’t budge.

She paused, confusion flickering across her face. “What’s going on?” She tugged again, but the door remained locked.

The window slid down smoothly, revealing Ethan’s sharply defined profile. His expression was stern, his gaze icy and detached.

“Ethan?” Sophia’s smile froze. A cold wave of unease washed over her.

Ethan’s lips parted. His voice was deep and held a finality that chilled her to the bone. “This is the last time, Sophia.”

The words were few. They hit her like a physical blow. Color drained from her face. Her eyes widened in stunned disbelief. “What? What did you just say?”

Ethan didn’t look at her again. He didn’t offer any further explanation. He simply turned forward. “Drive,” he commanded the chauffeur.

The black car accelerated away, leaving Sophia standing alone on the curb. Hurt and bewilderment crashed over her. She had chosen her outfit with care, applied her makeup perfectly. Now it all felt like a cruel joke.

Her hand reached out instinctively, grasping only at the cold, empty air.

A deep chill seeped into her bones. It left her feeling weak, unsteady. She swayed slightly under the sudden weight of rejection.

She couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.

Everything had been perfect moments ago. How did it change so fast?

Ethan had even negotiated with Olivia on her behalf. Was it because of Isabella?