It was indeed normal for her to have such suspicions. After all, it was facts.
Sophia tugged on her sleeves. How could she reassure Sylvia and dispel her suspicions?
“If it was someone other than Charles, your guess could have been at least 90% accurate.”
Sylvia remained smiling at her, and judging from her smiley eyes, Sophia could not tell what she was thinking.
Not knowing what was going on in her mind, Sophia had no choice but to continue. “When I was released from prison, Charles gave me a complete makeover and imprisoned me at the club. I’m sure you know about this, right?”
Sylvia nodded and said nothing more.
Jax, on the other hand, asked, “Yeah, so what?”
Sophia had the tendency to blink when she lied, so she was trying her best to control her instinct right now. “Well, Charles suspected that I was cheating on him with William. Despite how annoyed he was and how much he hated me then, he still kept me by his side so he could keep an eye on me.”
“Even when he hated me the most, he still didn’t let me out of his sight, let alone now.”
Although this explanation sounded somewhat legitimate, there was something that did not make sense.
Sophia desperately prayed that Sylvia would believe her statement, but instead…
“From what I know, Charles kept you at the club just to humiliate you, not to watch you.”
Sophia curled her fingers uncomfortably. “Did you not notice that Charles went to the club quite often during that period? If he merely wanted to humiliate me, he could have simply ordered someone to do so, he didn’t have to go over almost every day, and certainly not several times in a day too, did he?”
Sylvia narrowed her eyes at Sophia with disbelief.
Sophia felt her back turn cold as she swiftly cast a look out the car window.
The funeral had just ended so there were a lot of people outside coming and going. If she called for help now, someone would certainly hear her, but she did not know if they would help her.
After all, the people here were all notable figures, they probably would not offend someone just for someone as irrelevant as her.
“Charles did move his documents to the club during that period of time, I don’t think Sophia is lying,” Jax nudged closer to Sylvia and whispered into her ear.
A look of dissatisfaction instantly flashed across Sylvia’s eyes.
Charles was a workaholic and he had never done such a ridiculous thing. It seemed that Sophia truly held a significant influence over him.
“Do you have anything else to say?” Sylvia asked.
Sophia was worried that the more she talked, the more likely she might make a mistake, and so she did not want to explain anything further. “You can always trump up a charge against me if you’re out to condemn me. No matter what I say, you wouldn’t believe me either.”
Then, she casually reached for the door. Just as she tried to open the door, she noticed the car door was locked.
Sylvia locked the car doors?
What was the meaning of this?
Sophia immediately paled and her palms turned cold. She would not be able to escape even if she tried to, seeing how many people Sylvia had with her…
“Why are you in a hurry to leave? Even your expression changed too. Are you scared? Did you lie to me and got worried that I’ll find out?” Sylvia was still doubtful of Sophia’s words.
This young lady was clearly not as intelligent as Leah, but she was not exactly dumb either. After all, she did manage to deceive Master Harris. Sylvia knew better than to let her guard down!
Sophia’s eyes widened as her throat tightened slightly.
She clung to the car door, not bothered to hide her nervousness this time. “So what if I’m telling you the truth? You wouldn’t believe me either if I told you the truth so it’s meaningless! Besides, what are you trying to do? Why did you lock the door?”
Sylvia chuckled. “You’re quite a smooth talker yourself, no wonder you were capable of deceiving my ex-husband.”
“I don’t think she’s lying,” Jax said, “At the end of the day, she’s just a twenty-year-old child, do you think she’s good enough to deceive the two of us?”
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