If things continued as they were, Sophia would definitely not be able to walk away unscathed. However, Jessica couldn't understand why Victor would help Sophia!
The servants in the courtyard also left, and it was clear that Victor didn't want to stay any longer, so he turned to leave.
Jessica quickly caught up with him and apologized with grievances, "Victor, I'm sorry. I didn't expect this to happen, it's all my fault for making you suffer."
"It is your fault indeed," Victor, without giving her face, continued coldly, "Don't invite me to these kinds of banquets in the future."
"I..."
"David, get the car."
Before Jessica could finish her words, Victor interrupted her. David, who was behind them, quickly went to the garage with the car keys, and Victor left directly after getting into the car.
Sophia sat in the passenger seat, feeling the cold air coming from behind her. She acted as if she didn't know anything, lowered her head, and played with her phone case.
However, David, who was driving, wasn't as brave as Sophia. He was almost scared to death by Victor and reprimanded her in a low voice, "You didn't steal the ring, but why did you involve Mr. Hastings?"
Sophia curled her lips at his words. "When did I involve Mr. Hastings?"
"When I offered to check your bag, if you had honestly given me your bag, none of this would have happened. Mr. Hastings' reputation was almost ruined because of you." David carefully thought about it. When did Victor ever experience such an injustice? He had money and power, how could he possibly steal things?
However, because of Sophia, Victor had become a suspect, and he even willingly took full responsibility. How many good things had she done in her past life to make Victor care so much about her?
Sophia did not believe it was her responsibility. Pouting, she unhappily said, "If I had entrusted the bag to you, this matter wouldn't have ended so simply."
"Why would it not be simple?" David countered.
Sitting in the back, Victor, observing the dispute between the two, sternly reprimanded, "Have you two argued enough?"
"Mr. Hastings, are you sure there were no oversights during the inspection?" David didn't believe that Sophia was innocent.
Sophia exclaimed angrily, "Do you think I stole something?"
"I just wanted to ask," David murmured, "I'm not accusing you. I just can't understand how the ring appeared."
"How would I know?" Sophia huffed, rummaging through her bag, her beautiful eyes widened as she looked around.
Victor lazily glanced at Sophia's serious expression from the corner of his eye, her palm-sized face filled with confusion. Initially, Victor also thought that Sophia had taken the ring, but after inspecting her bag, he found nothing inside. As for where the ring fell from, only Mary, who accused Sophia, knew.
The only thing that puzzled Victor was why Mary targeted Sophia. Was it because of Jessica?
Feeling tired, Victor leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.
Not far from Sophia's home, David asked, "Mr. Hastings, should we drop Ms. Johnson off at home, or should we leave her on the side of the road?"
Victor's voice, lazy and sexy, responded, "Take her home."
Sophia wanted to ride back to Hastings Villa with Victor, so she quickly waved her hand and refused, "No need, I'm not in a hurry. Mr. Hastings is tired, let's send him back first!"
David frowned, "But Hastings Villa is quite far from your home, and you probably won't have a ride back."
No ride?
That was perfect!
She could crash at their place!
Sophia smirked triumphantly, "It's okay, I'm the assistant, there's no reason for Mr. Hastings to wait for me. Let's send Mr. Hastings back first. Drive quickly."
David tilted his head. "Why do I feel like you're smirking?"
"I didn't. When did I smirk? Don't falsely accuse me!" Sophia muttered with a guilty pout, placing her hands on the backrest of the passenger seat and blinking her eyes. "Mr. Hastings, my feet are uncomfortable. Can I borrow a pair of slippers from your house?"
Her gentle voice sounded very pleasant!
David slammed on the brakes and coughed loudly, looking extremely embarrassed. "Ms. Johnson, if you're not feeling well, maybe you should go home first."
"Don't make things up!" Sophia glared at David, thinking to herself, ‘Liam is still at Victor's house. I didn't see him when I went to Maternity and Childcare Hospital today, but I did receive a message saying he's safe.’ However, she was still worried, so she patiently disregarded her pride and continued to ask Victor, "Is that okay, Mr. Hastings?"
"Ms. Johnson, you better keep your mouth shut!" David quickly reminded her in a hushed voice. He thought Sophia had gone mad. After all his years of experience, David had never seen anyone dare to ask Victor for slippers!
He was afraid that Sophia would anger Victor and get fired, so he kept making suggestive eye contact with her. However, she completely ignored it and blinked expectantly at Victor.
Perhaps her gaze was too intense, and Victor, who was resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them and said, "David, drive her back."
"Alright, Mr. Hastings." David sighed with relief and prepared to turn around at the next intersection. He thought Victor would never agree to Sophia's request.
Sophia, despite being rejected, didn't get angry. She persistently said, "Mr. Hastings, actually, I fell in love with your big house after I visited last time. I want to take another look before going home to motivate myself to work hard and make money. Please don't refuse me."
Victor looked at her coldly. "Instead of borrowing slippers, I prefer you borrowing my bed."
Sophia's beautiful eyes sparkled with excitement. "Mr. Hastings, did you agree? Which bed?"
"My bed," the handsome man said calmly.
David, driving the car, couldn't help his trembling hand and wiped away the cold sweat pouring from his forehead. It seemed like he had overheard something he shouldn't have.
When did these two develop such a relationship? 'Didn't Mr. Hastings say that Sophia is a dirty and wicked woman? Could it be that Victor has also gone crazy like Zach and fallen under the spell of this wicked woman?'
With one hand wiping sweat and the other gripping the steering wheel, David felt a sense of unease.
Sophia didn't notice his discomfort at all. She obediently leaned against the back of the seat and asked Victor, "Can I sleep on a different one? I can sleep on the couch."
"Why don't you suggest sleeping on the balcony?" Victor dangerously narrowed his eyes.
After thinking for a moment, Sophia said, "That works too, even the floor is fine." As long as she could enter Victor's house and see Liam, Sophia didn't feel wronged at all, so she agreed readily.
David, who was driving, was almost scared to death by the conversation between the two. How could the sophisticated Victor be discussing such intimate topics like beds and sofas with Sophia? As single men and women, shouldn't they find it strange?