Sophie sat on the edge of her bed, scrolling through her phone at a viral post that hadn''t been taken down, with thements section in an uproar.


    [Rich husbands y around, and their wives do, too. Guess there''s not a single good soul among the wealthy.]


    [Did everyone forget how Sophie got into Eastwood College through the back door?]


    [A friend of mine went to the same university as Sophie and said she really knew how to party!]


    [I felt sorry for her at first, but oh well, she brought this upon herself.]


    [Rumor has it James was really into Sophie. He only started seeing someone else because Sophie was out there ying the field. That someone got pregnant and pressured him, and Sophie staged her own kidnapping to manipte James'' feelings, all to get her hands on the Burke family fortune!]Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    The more Sophie read, the more absurd thements got until she finally closed her app in frustration.


    ''Ding Ding''


    As soon as Sophie nced at her phone, a call from an unknown number came through. She barely answered before hearing the vitriol of an obsessed fan. "You slut! Stay away from my idol!" "And who would your idol be?"


    "Listen here! My idol is Reece! Stop going after Reece, you slut, or we won''t let you off!"


    Sophie couldn''t help butugh. She replied, "I''ve recorded this. See you in court." Then, she hung up and removed her SIM card, tossing it into the trash.


    Her phone number had been leaked, and she was now in for a barrage of calls and messages. Peace and quiet would be hard toe by.


    As the evening darkened, Sophie heard a knock downstairs. Thinking James might have returned, she went to open the door, only to find four men in ck suits. d in a simple loungewear and draped in a pale yellow nket, Sophie leaned against the doorframe and asked, "Who are you looking for?"


    "Mrs. Bea Burke sent us to bring Mr. Burke home."


    Each man bore the insignia of Burke International.


    Sophie raised an eyebrow and replied, "He''s not here. Try somewhere else."


    As she moved to close the door, the lead bodyguard stopped it with his hand. "Ms. Sophie, please cooperate."


    The bodyguard''s tone was


    unfriendly. At that moment, a woman dressed like a socialite alighted from a Bentley parked not too far away. She wore a string of creamy pearls around her neck and a giant diamond ring on her finger, yet her demeanor had an air of pettiness.


    "This shabby ce is just trying to mimic a wealthy vi. If it were me, I wouldn''te here even if the TV crew begged me on their knees." The woman''s voice was sharp and scornful but oddly familiar to Sophie.


    As the woman approached, swaying her hips with each step to unt her charm, she removed the sunsses from her face. Her eyes were free of wrinkles, and her skin was silky smooth, her eyebrows soft, and her eyes shiny and emotive, indicating her beauty in her youth.


    Sophie recognized her instantly. This was Bea''s niece, Sna, a woman who reportedly married abroad with her stunning looks and rarely appeared back home. Sophie furrowed her brows. Why was Sna here?


    In Sophie''s previous life, when she


    had married into the Burke family Sna had always lived abroad and only@eturned home in Sophie''s fourth year as James'' wife. S