Oliver’s voice escalated. “What? Nothing? Are you out of your mind? Two years of marriage, and you’re just walking away? Do you think I’ll let him get away with this? I’ll go to the Norris family myself and demand what’s rightfully yours!”
Elizabeth’s head throbbed. She interrupted sharply, “Do you really believe Elijah is naive enough to overlook your true motives? Go ahead, pursue your plan, but if Elijah retaliates, don’t expect me to shoulder any of the fallout. Remember the fate of the Seymour family!”
The mention of the Seymours silenced Oliver. The Seymour and Campbell families had a long-standing acquaintance, once collaborating with the influential Norris Group through their connection to the Campbell family. However, when the Seymours attempted to extort Elijah for more funds, they were bankrupted and ostracized from Orkset overnight—a stark reminder of Elijah’s power and ruthlessness.
Before Oliver could reply, Elizabeth ended the call, decisively blocking his number. Immediately, her phone rang again, displaying an unfamiliar number. With cautious curiosity, she answered, “Hello?”
The voice was warm and refined. “Is this Ms. Sophia? My name is Soren Rodgers, CEO and creative director of Silver Elephant Media. I understand you have someone in mind for our female lead. Could we possibly arrange a meeting with you and the prospective candidate? What time would suit you best?”
Soren’s directness, underscored by sincerity, prompted Elizabeth to consider the proposal seriously. She brushed away her swirling thoughts and replied with eager anticipation, “Sure, I’m available right now.”
With neither family nor romance to anchor her, Elizabeth understood life must continue. Immersing herself in her career was her refuge, finding solace in the stability of financial independence. Depending on others for security was a trap she wouldn't fall into.
Soren, without pretense, confirmed swiftly, “Great, see you soon.”
Arriving at Hazelnut Time Coffee Shop, Elizabeth followed her navigation to the quaint establishment. Its charming courtyard, with a small bridge arching over a gently flowing stream and a meandering corridor, radiated timeless grace. Inside, the main hall displayed valuable paintings and intricate crafts, each telling a silent story of elegance. An attentive waiter politely escorted her to the Azure, one of the color-themed private rooms, bathed in a tranquil, misty blue. As she walked, the venue and Soren’s voice painted a picture of a warm, sophisticated young man in her mind. The rooms were generously spaced, ensuring privacy, with only quaint vintage bead curtains marking each threshold.