The cryobank that was a subsidiary of Marks Real Estate was one of the world’s first and foremost commercial cryobanks. To date, the cryobank had amassed an impressive clientele made up of aristocrats as well as those in the upper-social class.

These clients had chosen to cryogenically preserve their genetic samples in order to ensure the continuation of their bloodlines, but they certainly had not expected Marks Real Estate to use their genetic samples for shady backdoor deals.

Sophia was engrossed in her typing, her eyes burning with a dark fire as she brainstormed on the details of her next exposé. If things didn’t work out for her as the director of a company, Sophia could rest easy knowing that she might just make it in journalism.

Just as she was amusing herself with the thought of this, a knock came from the door.

“Who is it?” Sophia asked.

“It’s me,” Tiffany answered from the other side of the door as Sophia hurriedly closed the lid of her laptop.

Her again?

“What do you want?” Sophia demanded, raising her voice.

Tiffany did not sound friendly when she said, “We’ll talk when you open the door.”

Sophia bristled. The woman had probably caught wind of the exposé and was now here to confront Sophia, who was the most likely suspect behind the scandalous narrative.

“I’m not dressed,” Sophia snapped.

“Well, then, get dressed and open the door.”

“I can’t. I’m making love to my husband right now!”

“I can wait.”

“We’ve only just started! It’ll take at least two hours before we’re done, and Michael hates being interrupted halfway!” Sophia yelled.

Tiffany gritted her teeth. “I can wait. I don’t even mind waiting till morning!”

Letting out an exasperated sound, Sophia shut off her laptop and undressed herself, thereafter straddling Michael. She pulled off his shirt as she called out to Tiffany, “Then we’ll just take our time!”

was without complaint as he allowed

of skin slapping against

close to two hours, and by the end of it, she asked loudly, “It’s

reply from Sophia. Instead, it was

this, Tiffany

had passed before Sophia handed the article over to Maddie for editing, and when everything had been finalized, the piece was published in the paper anonymously. The news had garnered the public’s attention and had sent

all, the elite had opted to cryogenically freeze their genetic samples in order to preserve their bloodline. If the cryobank had indeed swapped their samples with others for its own

hastened to withdraw their genetic samples. If Marks Cryobank had a Cethosian branch, then it would have suffered a major backlash from the local elite

fear despite knowing Sophia was the one behind

of the day, Sophia could do nothing more than play up the controversy that she’d started. Asher remained Cooper’s son nevertheless; even if the law dictated that Cooper had no responsibility over this little boy, would the man really be

would not!

only a matter of

Cooper would turn

Sophia was extremely pleased with the results of her efforts. She wouldn’t allow Cooper to

message on her phone from an unknown

 is going

Sophia typed out, ‘Who

Roc,’ the other

eyes, Sophia saved

he couldn’t help but gloat about it. He even changed his Messenger icon so that it was now a picture

Moore’s personal assistant and right-hand man,

about Jordaine’s plans

to deal with Anna once and for all, and she was going to strike soon, now that her patience

Anna had been the one who’d arranged for Dana

Dana’s mother used to be a Yard before she changed her family

would make sense for Anna to have known about this, too. This was the reason why Cooper had strategically retreated to Anna’s side;

is Jordaine playing

that had seized upon his family in the real world, but he was with Carmen in spirit. Now that it was

business plans for the year, and she’d gone into details, too. Once she had Nicholas print out the plans, she sent a copy of it to Cooper

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