anwhile, in a five-star hotel just a few kiloters from Grand Duke Hotels, Godson, the traitor within Angels Wear stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze fixed on the distant Milky Way in contemplation.
He glanced at his wristwatch for the umpteenth ti and took a deep breath.
Slowly, he turned away from the window and paced the room briefly, his mind spinning with every possible worst-case scenario he might face after leaving this suite that had shielded him for the past 24 hours.
Since yesterday, he had taken refuge in this room.
Just as Sonia had promised, he only had to help by making room for the manager and another man she would assign to move the materials away.
Once they were moved, he was to leave and avoid implication. That plan had landed him here, in hiding.
He was certain by now that the situation was under investigation. Richard wouldn’t leave a loophole unchecked.
And if not Richard, then perhaps even Lady Bright herself had begun her own inquiry.
That thought alone made his blood run cold.
He paused. "I shouldn’t have left the show. Maybe my presence would have exonerated . Then I could keep my job," he muttered.
From the headlines and online buzz, he knew the Angels Wear show had been a massive success.
But for him, there was no celebration. Only the creeping dread that his betrayal had finally caught up to him.
"But was it a success for Sonia?" he wondered bitterly.
His fingers tightened around his phone as he redialed a number. Again. And again. Each ti, the call ended in a sharp disconnect tone. The silence afterward was deafening.
This had been the case for the past few hours, and now, he was nearing his breaking point. He dared not consider the worst. It is certain that everything has gone wrong.
He had resorted to using an alternate card to contact everyone else, but all attempts had been fruitless.
"If only Johnson’s number would go through," he muttered.
As if summoned, his phone buzzed. A na flashed on the screen. He exhaled in visible relief, a smile briefly softening his hardened expression.
SONIA.
With a quick swipe, he answered.
"Are you okay?" ca her voice, cold and emotionless.
"I’m fine," he replied, though his smile instantly faded. There was no concern in her voice, no gratitude. Not even a sliver of warmth. Just cold indifference.
A weight pressed against his chest. For the first ti, he wondered: Was it worth it?
Still, he held himself together.
"You haven’t bothered to call since yesterday?" he asked quietly.
"I was busy handling things. Couldn’t reach out. But I’m calling now, doesn’t that count?" she responded flippantly.
Godson nodded to himself. "It’s the sa. Perfectly the sa," he muttered, bitterness and rage simring beneath the surface yet he maintained a calm tone.
But inside, a storm was gathering. He had put everything on the line for her. And now, faced with abandonnt, sothing in him snapped.
At that mont, he made a decision: if the situation turned dire, he wouldn’t go down alone.
He tapped the recording icon on his phone screen without hesitation. If she was going to bury him, she wasn’t doing it alone.
"How did your plan go yesterday?" he asked, hoping to hear the truth.
He would have preferred to ask her to et him in person, but it seed the proud daughter of the Zak family had other ideas. She needed sothing, and that was why she had called.
Sonia paused slightly. "Yesterday was a ss. It needs cleaning up."
"Are you seriously calling to clean up the ss your subordinates made? Who cleans up mine?"
His question left her montarily speechless. "I know you’ll be fine. You just need to help out of this, okay?" Sonia replied.
He took a deep breath, tightening his grip on the phone. "What’s the problem?"
"The manager can’t be reached. Right now, you’re the only one I can trust. Can you go to the hotel for and find out what’s going on?"
"Can you be straightforward and tell what happened?" he asked.
"Well, if you insist. The manager has been held at the hotel since yesterday. Maybe you can find a way to get him out; before he says sothing he shouldn’t."
"Otherwise?"
"You bear the cost," she sneered, and the call ended with a beep.
Godson stared at the phone, now silent, and let out a mocking laugh.
"I’ve been blind... just a tool for your convenience. Use to achieve your goals, then toss aside."
He sank into the chair behind him and let his head fall back, eyes closed, trying to think clearly. But his mind dragged him into mory.
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Two days earlier...
He had just stepped out of a team eting, chatting with a few colleagues outside the hotel, when his phone buzzed.
Seeing Sonia’s na on the screen, he had stopped cold. Butterflies erupted in his chest. She called.
Never in his wildest dreams had he expected Sonia to call on her own.
Smiling brightly, he bade his colleagues goodbye and disappeared into the night. He hailed a taxi and boarded.
Inside the taxi, he returned her call. She picked up on the second ring. Her sweet voice made his heart thump harder.
"Hello, are you busy?" she asked.
Godson explained that he had just left a eting.
Sonia had invited him over for a chat, and he had happily agreed. Maybe, just maybe, his dedication had finally paid off.
He had fallen head over heels for her after eting her at a club over a year ago.
It had taken him a month to gather the courage to confess his feelings, especially after learning she was the lady behind Deluxe Wears.
But she had responded coldly.
Still, he had clung to hope, trying to win her over with acts of service.
For a year, he had beco her errand boy, chef, laundry man, and at tis, even her driver.
Though he wasn’t wealthy, he had done all he could just for a chance.
When she later requested that he sabotage the show, he had refused. He couldn’t betray his team, he couldn’t betray a group he earns from.
But then, after a wild night of drinking, he had awoken to find compromising photos in her possession, his nude pics. That had beco his Achilles’ heel.
Threatening to release them to the dia, she coerced him into agreeing. But even then, all he had done was leave the door open.
Now, thinking back, he was sure the drink had been spiked. He prided himself on his self-control ...and the woman that night?
"Oh no!" he gasped, eyes snapping open.
Like a man struck by epiphany, everything beca clear.
She had plotted against him over and over again.
"Sonia... how heartless."
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