Page 222 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

I look away for a second, toward the rain streaking across the windows.

When I turn back, Sophie hasn’t moved.

“What happened after you quit?” I ask.

“I turned everything in.”

“What does everything mean?”

“My company phone. Laptop. Credentials. Email access. All of it.”

Something cold moves through me.

I remember the returned email.

I remember the failed text.

I remember sitting in my apartment staring at a message that never went through and deciding she had made herself unreachable because she wanted me to understand.

Sophie watches me.

“You really emailed me?”

“Yes.”

“What did you say?”

“That I needed to talk to you.”

Her eyes lower briefly.

I ask, “What about the phone?”

“That number belonged to The Ledger”

“I didn’t know that,” I say.

“I assumed you did.”

“I had your number. I didn’t exactly ask who paid the bill.”

Sophie looks down at the table.

Then she says, “I tried to call you too.”

I stop breathing for half a second.

“What?”

“I called Blackwell.”

“When?”

“More than once.”

My hand tightens around the edge of the table.

“Who did you speak to?”