Andrew instantly realized who she was. His previously dark expression broke into a wide smile. "So you’re Miss Luna. What an honor to finally et you."
Sophia’s lips curved slightly. "This isn’t the first ti we’ve t, Mr. Morgan."
She lowered her sunglasses, revealing a pair of exquisite, deep-set eyes. The slight upward tilt at the corners carried a faint chill.
Andrew froze—Sophia?!
And when her words sank in, shock and disbelief spread across his face. "You’re... Luna?!"
The woman who had vanished without a trace for six years had returned, and now she was an internationally renowned top designer.
Impossible!
Andrew’s eyes locked onto Sophia’s face, searching desperately for so sign of guilt—but there was none.
Her expression was calm, composed, even tinged with mockery.
"Mr. Morgan, you look rather surprised."
The way she addressed him made Andrew’s face twist with visible discomfort. "What did you just call ?"
Sophia t his gaze with a cool smile. "Mr. Morgan. Is there a problem with that?"
The conference room wasn’t empty. Forcing down his anger, Andrew gritted out, "Sophia, I am your father."
Sophia let out a light "oh," her tone almost careless. "If Mr. Morgan insists on changing what I call you, then our cooperation ends here."
She turned to Harper. "Refund the signing fee. We’re leaving."
She pivoted to walk away.
Panic flashed through Andrew—she was serious. Six years had passed, and she had returned with a spine of steel.
"Wait!"
His face twisted into a forced smile. "Sophia, I was just overwheld by how much I missed you. I spoke without thinking. It’s fine—you can address however you like."
"Mr. Morgan should’ve thought that way sooner. When it cos to business, I prefer clear boundaries," Sophia replied lightly.
Andrew’s face shifted between green and pale, his smile strained, his teeth grinding behind it. "You’re right."
Around the room, Morgan Group’s shareholders exchanged glances, quietly reevaluating this father-daughter dynamic.
Just then, Andrew’s secretary entered with several reporters. "Mr. Morgan, the press has arrived."
Andrew’s face turned darker than ink. The glare he leveled at his secretary could have killed on the spot. Who told him to bring them in?!
The reporters, however, wasted no ti. Their caras imdiately turned toward Sophia. "Hello, are you Miss Luna?"
Sophia nodded. "Yes, I am Luna."
Flashbulbs erupted faster, questions flying. "What prompted you to sign with Morgan Group?"
A sinking dread knotted in Andrew’s stomach. Sothing felt very wrong. But with caras rolling in every corner of the room, there was no way to silence her now.
Sophia’s lips curved into a smile as she glanced at him. "Because I am the eldest daughter of the Morgan Family. With Morgan Group in crisis, of course I ca back to help."
Her words sent shockwaves through the reporters. Luna was actually the long-missing eldest daughter of the Morgan Family?
Questions burst out even more fervently.
"Rumor had it you eloped with a lover after your engagent party years ago. Is that true? What really happened back then?"
"During these missing years, were you in seclusion working on your designs?"
"Can you share what you’ve been through all these years?"
Andrew’s complexion drained pale. He never imagined Sophia would reveal her identity in public. Would she also bring up what happened back then?
On any other day, he could have smothered the story—he had a thousand ways to make sure her words never spread.
But these reporters lived for headlines. No amount of money could buy their silence.
Sophia shot Andrew a glance before turning to the reporters.
"All the rumors about my disappearance were lies. As for the truth—sorry, no comnt for now. When the ti is right, I’ll make it public."
Of course, the truth was her ultimate weapon—sothing to be unleashed only when it could completely crush the Morgan Family. Revealing it now from her own mouth would carry little weight. After all, bad news travels fast while the truth limps behind.
Andrew exhaled in relief, wiping sweat from his forehead. He was already planning to fire his secretary the mont this interview was over.
After about ten minutes, the reporters finally left, satisfied. Andrew imdiately cleared the conference room of everyone else, leaving only himself and Sophia.
His gaze was dark and heavy. "Where have you been all these years?"
Sophia casually pulled out a chair and sat down, her eyelids lifting lazily.
"Mr. Morgan actually cares whether I’m alive or dead?"
Her voice sharpened. "Back then, you tried to sell to Mr. Mars for profit. Andrew, did you ever think what would’ve happened if I hadn’t escaped?"
"You—" Andrew froze under the ice in her eyes, then flared up with rage. "I raised you all these years! What’s wrong with asking you to contribute to the company?"
Sophia’s lips curved in a cold laugh. Just as she thought—soone as hypocritical as Andrew would never feel sha for what he’d done. She hadn’t co back to see him regret. She ca back for revenge.
While Andrew was still fuming, Sophia suddenly asked: "Back then... it was you who poisoned my mother, wasn’t it?"
Her words made Andrew’s pupils contract sharply. His nostrils flared, his brows lifted, and for a fleeting mont, panic flashed in his eyes. But almost instantly, he recovered, snapping, "What nonsense are you spouting?!"
But Sophia had already seen it in his reaction—he was tied to her mother’s death.
Her fists clenched, teeth grinding as she fought the urge to stab the murderer where he stood.
Taking a deep breath, she rose slowly, her voice calm but deadly.
"You poisoned my mother’s als and disguised it as a heart attack. Declared her death the result of failed resuscitation, didn’t you?"
Andrew nearly blurted, "How did you know—" but swallowed the words at the last second.
His jaw twitched, guilt seeping through every pore as he avoided her gaze.
Sophia stepped closer. Each click of her heels echoed in the room like the steps of a vengeful ghost.
Andrew stumbled backward, knocking over a glass of water that spilled across his trousers.
Sophia sneered at the wet stain. Water’s got good aim.
Her eyes burned into him. "Andrew, everything you did to my mother and —I’ll repay a thousandfold. The Morgan Family, the Trump Family... none of you will escape."
"And one more thing: I live in the largest villa at Silver Lake now. You, your wife, or your daughter—co cause trouble anyti you like."
With that, Sophia pushed open the conference room doors and walked out.
Harper was waiting. "Sophia, are you okay?"
Sophia shook her head. "I’m fine. Let’s go."
The mont she left, the sound of a teacup shattering rang inside the room, fueling speculation among Morgan Group employees about what had just happened.
anwhile, online news was already spreading like wildfire: the long-missing Morgan heiress was none other than the world-famous designer Luna.
When Alex heard, he rushed straight to Lucas’s office.
"Mr. Hilton, the woman you’ve been looking for—she’s appeared!"
He handed over a photo from Sophia’s interview.
Her refined, icy beauty stared back at Lucas. His eyes darkened, mory dragging him back to that night six years ago.
"Where is she now?"
"Silver Lake Villa."
"Get the car ready," Lucas ordered without hesitation.
Six years. The woman had finally resurfaced.
And he wondered—did she still rember the debt she owed him?
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