Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 139

But word was, the regenerating cream was already in full–scale production and set to hit shelves right after the official launch.

Sophia was sure that Linda and her people would try to patent the formula for skin regeneration. But the data behind that formula was completely fake.

The patent office would never let it slide, and when that happened, Yadel Group’s regenerating cream would be slammed with public skepticism–everyone would be calling them out.

Sophia could barely wait to watch karma catch up with them.

Annabelle grabbed the USB drive with a confident grin and said, “Don’t worry. By the time their big launch rolls around, that patent will already have our name on it.”

After dropping Sophia off at Cherry Grove, Annabelle headed straight for the luxury mall.

Before leaving the boutique earlier, she’d asked the saleslady to set aside that black dress for her.

Now she was back to pick it up.

When she arrived at the counter, the saleslady looked genuinely apologetic and said, “Sorry, Ms. Quinn, but Mr. Sterling just bought the dress you asked me to hold.”

Annabelle’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

She thought, ‘Why did he do that?

‘Wait a minute. Could it be…?‘

Annabelle broke into a sly grin, her eyes twinkling. She thought, ‘Well, well, looks like Uncle Richard is catching the love bug‘

The Westwood family’s big reunion dinner was held at the Hilton Hotel, where they’d booked out a huge party hall with seating for over two hundred people.

They’d called up all the power players in Jelasburg–just to let everyone gawk at the grand return of their secret daughter.

But Yadel Group’s reputation had been nosediving hard lately, so most of the city’s influential families only sent a few distant relatives with a gift. The actual big shots? Not a chance they’d show up on their own.

Sophia followed Lucas into the party hall. Looking around, it was almost deserted–hardly fifty people, if that.

Compared to the Westwood family’s usual blowout parties, this one was downright pitiful.

Linda was all dolled up in her gown, standing primly beside Billy, who looked absolutely thunderous.

Lucas glanced around the nearly empty party hall and, seeing the pitiful turnout, let out a gleeful smirk.

He jeered, “Throwing a coming–home party for a secret daughter? Only Dad could cook up something that lame. Just look at these guests–it’s nothing but a roomful of nobodies.”

Sophia walked by his side, lips curling into a sly, mocking smirk.

Back when she was seeing Lucas through rose–colored glasses, she used to just let him ramble on about people just like himself–never really giving it a second thought.

But now, with the glasses off, she finally realized he was just a total gossip queen at heart.

She asked, “You really don’t notice how the Westwood family’s not what it used to be?”

Those high society types only bothered showing up when it was worth their time–if the Westwoods still had real power, everyone would be packing the hall for this, secret daughter or not, even if they had to fake a smile the whole night.

But with barely half the guest list turning up, it was pretty much proof that the Westwoods‘ status in Jelasburg was taking a nosedive.

Sophia thought, ‘Lucas hasn’t caught on to any of the trouble brewing for his family, just standing there, busy gloating. Seriously, he’s a lost cause.‘

Lucas snapped, “Quit jinxing the Westwood family, will you? I’m telling you, once the regenerating cream launch kicks off, we’ll be back at the top–just you wait.”

Sophia sneered, “Oh, really? I’ll be waiting to see how that plays out.”

Lucas shot back, “Don’t get all snarky with me, Sophia. FYI, you’re still the Westwood family’s daughter–in- law. Quit rooting for us to crash and burn–because if we go down, you’re right there with us. Seriously, what could you possibly get out of that?”

Sophia just rolled her eyes, not even bothering to waste her breath on him.

Just as she was about to walk away, Lucas pulled her back by the arm. He said, “I’m warning you, don’t try any funny business today, or else.”

Sophia narrowed her eyes, sarcasm all over her face. She said, “Oh? You only dare mouth off because I didn’t bring my butcher knife today, huh?”

Lucas fumed, face red, at a total loss.

Sophia cut him off, impatient as ever, “I’m off to grab a front–row seat to the drama. Do us both a favor and keep out of my sight.”

With that, she lifted her skirt and strode away.

Lucas watched her walk away, frustration boiling inside him. He realized that Sophia really changed–she didn’t even spare him a second glance anymore.