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Revenge On My First Love novel Chapter 9

Sophia stopped mid-step with a bright smile.

"Mrs. Riley, if not mistaken, you are not Drake Riley's birth mother, are you?"

Olivia's expression changed dramatically.

Only a few people knew this, and Olivia wondered how Sophia had known it.

Sophia swung toward her, approached her ear, and whispered, "You must be wondering why I know it. Well, I won't tell you. You want me to take your money and disappear because you want your niece, Emilia Lane, to marry Drake Riley. So your nice could control him. Right?"

Olivia flinched quickly. "Stop slandering me, Sophia Lawson!"

Sophia could tell how tense she had become. "Whether I'm slandering you, Mrs. Riley, you should know it clearly."

"We both are not stupid. If you do anything to annoy me, I won't tolerate you. Mind you... I'm no longer the Sophia Lawson you've known before. Understand?"

Sophia stared daggers at Olivia, and the latter couldn't help flinching quickly.

'How... How could it be possible?'

In Olivia's opinion, Sophia was just a weak woman who could be bullied by anyone. However, she had become so tough and threatening.

Olivia could tell Sophia had become the obstacle in her plan and probably would ruin it in the future, so she decided to find a way to get rid of her.

The night was out.

In the noisy Sunshine Pub, Helena Warburg was the last one arriving at the booth. As soon as she sat down, Chloe shoved a cup of vodka into her hands.

"Helena, you are late. Three shots as the penalty."

Helena put down the cup. "Chloe, I've just got off a flight. Neither of you picked me up. Then I rushed to hang out with you. How can you let me take three shots? Do you want to kill me?"

"Save it! We know you are good at drinking. Take the penalty or not? If not, you can get out!" Chloe didn't buy it.

"You heartless bitch!" Helena was about to gulp the vodka down. Suddenly, she was enlightened and asked, "Sophia, will Travis come here tonight?"

Before Sophia answered, Chloe chimed in, "Think Travis doesn't know you are good at drinking?"

Helena looked at Sophia pitifully, unlike the straightforward woman as usual.

"Really?"

Sophia giggled, "Don't worry, Helena. Travis doesn't know it. He won't join us tonight."

Helena was relieved and drank the three shots in one go.

Chloe laughed loudly. "Helena, if you are drunk someday, don't worry. Sophia and I will send you to Travis's bed."

Pointing at her with the cut, Helena chuckled, "I love what you said. Let's get drunk, honey!"

Then she directly grabbed a beer bottle and took a long swallow.

Not far from them, Flynn had been watching them for a while. He patted Drake. "Hey, Drake. Chloe Thomas, the daughter of the Pinkerton Thomas family. Helena Warburg from the Pinkerton Warburg family. How did Sophia Lawson get to know them?"

Drake focused on Sophia all the time. Her smile reminded him of the girl he had known at college.

Sophia and Chloe stood up, following her to the dance floor in the center.

When they appeared, many patrons' attention was attracted.

In the beginning, others danced with them. Gradually, they left space and watched them dance.

Flynn remarked with an obsessed look, "Wow! Wasn't she an aloof angel back then? She becomes a hot girl when dancing."

"Close your eyes!"

Drake had a surge to kill all the men in the pub as they all gazed at the three girls, especially Sophia.

She never liked to put on black clothes. However, after they reencountered, Drake saw her always in a black dress that wrapped up her curved figure. Under the neon lights, she became more charming and seductive.

Drake stood up and was about to walk to her.

Suddenly, there was a battle on the dance floor.

"Are you blind? You stamp my feet. Moron!"

The familiar voice made Sophia stop dancing.

She chuckled, "Aria Riley?"

Aria was surprised as well. She came here to cheer up Emilia so the latter could forget things that bugged her for several days. However, they met Sophia.

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