Sophie’s POV
I hung up the phone, my fingers trembling slightly with rage.
Ivy, that stupid fool, had actually gotten herself detained by the police! Couldn't even deliver a simple message without screwing everything up.
Completely useless! I slammed my phone down onto the leather sofa, clenching my jaw to suppress the scream building in my throat.
"Are you Ivy Hart's sister? Regarding the assault case against Serena Quinn—they've hired an attorney." The officer's matter-of-fact tone had cut through me like a knife. I'd asked for details, my face darkening with every word.
Now I sat before the floor-to-ceiling windows of my luxury suite, staring at the glittering cityscape without seeing any of its beauty. The curse slipped through my gritted teeth: "What an absolute i***t
