Chapter 794

Sophie glanced over at the CEO's office in the corner. Her assistant, Tricia, piped up, “Ms. Sophie, should I have someone bring him over?”

“I'll handle it myself!”

With that, Sophie strode confidently towards the CEO's office. She pushed open the door to find the office chair facing away from her. The nameplate on the desk read: Mr. Angelo.

“Angelo?” The name rang a bell, but Sophie couldn't quite place it.

The chair swiveled around, revealing Angelo. He was casually dressed in a grey hoodie and sweatpants, and wore unassuming black-rimmed glasses. Despite the laid-back attire, he was strikingly handsome, with a mischievous glint in his eyes and well-defined features. There was an undeniable allure to him that was hard to ignore.

Sophie’s first thought: this guy’s a nerd.

“Looking for me?” Angelo propped his chin on his hand, just as a crowd of people poured into the office, surrounding him.

Since returning from Summerfield, Sophie had learned an important lesson: sometimes, numbers matter.

Facing the crowd, Angelo remained unfazed. He casually pulled out his phone and began recording the room, saying, “Take a look, everyone. They are bullying a good citizen. Is there no justice in Devonport?”

His voice was lazy but magnetic.

Sophie stepped forward, snatching Angelo's phone and smashing it to the floor. Thanks to Colby’s self-defense lessons, she could hold her own in a scuffle, even if she wasn't invincible.

“Crack!’

The phone shattered, and Angelo looked genuinely shocked. He stared at the broken pieces, dumbfounded.

Who breaks someone's phone the first time they meet? Bold move.

Calmly, Sophie pulled out a check from her pocket, laying it in front of him. Fifty thousand dollars.

“This is for your phone.”

Then she took out another check, scribbling down fifty million dollars, and placed it next to the first one.

Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)

Chapter 793 Falling For My Contractual Wife (Brian and Grace)

Chapter 782 “This is for your newspaper.”

Sophie’s boldness caught the attention of the employees peeking from the doorway. Their newspaper was doing well, but fifty million? That was an astronomical amount.

Angelo looked at the checks, then back at Sophie. “So, can I take this fifty thousand as a bribe?”

“Wrong,” Sophie replied bluntly. “I can do without the newspaper, but I want you.”

The room collectively held its breath.

Sophie’s eyes locked onto Angelo’s. He frowned and said, “Sorry, but I already have someone I like.”

The tension in the room ramped up.

Sophie smiled, barely containing her frustration. “Mr. Angelo, I want you to work for me.”

“Sorry, but I like being my own boss,” Angelo said, his smile widening as Sophie’s began to fade.

“I told you, I can do without Emerging News. You want to be the boss? Fine, I’ll buy the newspaper and give it to you. But, I must have you.”

Sophie’s eyes were filled with fierce determination.