Chapter 161 Not Wanting to Stir Trouble
Harrison narrowed his eyes, "Someone is missing you," he said.
Gabriel didn't respond to him, blowing his nose instead—he might have caught a cold last night while standing on the balcony taking a phone call.
"Randall Klein's show next week has been canceled," Harrison handed Gabriel a document, speaking about the matter as casually as if discussing what to have for lunch.
"Hmm," Gabriel replied nonchalantly.
"Randall Klein has bad luck lately; he's not in the mood to bother me anymore, and even less likely to disturb Sophia."
Harrison observed Gabriel's expression, and seeing no reaction, he felt a sense of boredom. After signing the documents, Harrison walked out with a swagger.
Gabriel set down his pen and massaged his temples. Lately, Sam seemed a lot more cheerful and was interacting more with him. He was willing to answer anything, the side effects that had appeared on him were gone, and he had even gained a little weight back. It looked like the current approach was working. He wondered what methods Sophia used to make Sam more cheerful. He was very curious and wanted to learn. There was a lot to deal with in the afternoon, so Gabriel had a quick lunch before diving back into work.
Sophia searched again and finally found a post on a forum criticizing Tiffany's counseling room.
The author of the post provided a lot of concrete evidence regarding Tiffany's counseling room. It was mentioned that the room was backed by the Lancaster Group. Additionally, it was reported that capital influence led to news suppression, internet hot searches being pulled, and victims' families being coerced into accepting financial compensation.
Sophia took screenshots one by one and also bookmarked the webpage. This post was on an obscure forum with few views, which was perhaps why it had been overlooked, while other explosive posts on more popular forums had been completely erased.
Up until now, the psychologist involved was still comfortably employed at Tiffany's counseling room.
What kind of sensation would it cause if this issue was dug up again?
Sophia pondered the feasibility.
If she were to bring up the past, wouldn't that be like rubbing salt in the wounds that had just started to heal for the victims' families?
She couldn't go through with such a thing.
Dealing with Tiffany was important, but if she had to build her attack on the pain of innocent people, then how would she be any different from Tiffany?
Sophia first saved the screenshots and sent them to her lawyer. If there was going to be a custody battle, having as much evidence favoring her position was best.
As the workday was about to end, Margaret gave Sophia some materials.
"You might have to work overtime tonight; we need these materials for tomorrow's meeting. I don't trust anyone else with this, so you'll have to bear with it."
Margaret valued Sophia highly, and naturally, Sophia wouldn't refuse this task, especially since she needed the materials too.
"No problem, I’ll finish the work before I leave."
"I'll treat you to dinner another day."
Margaret patted Sophia’s shoulder appreciatively.
"Hmph, brown-noser." Fiona sashayed over, dropped those words, swung her designer bag and left.
Today was Sophia's day to pick up Sam, but she got tied up with work at the last minute and had to ask Caroline to take Sam home. Fortunately, Sam was accustomed to Caroline and didn't resist going with her—plus, Emma and Ethan were there too.
With Caroline, Sophia could focus on working overtime without distractions.
The office cleared out, and to avoid getting locked in again, Sophia deliberately left all the lights on and avoided going to the restroom.
It was eight-fifty when Sophia finally finished the work. She wrapped things up, cleaned up her desk, and grabbed her bag to head out the door.
She was in a hurry, and it was so late that by the time she got home, all three children should have been asleep.
Today she hadn't managed to interact much with Sam, and Sophia was quite annoyed at it; she wished she could be faster.
"Ding," the elevator descended to her floor, the doors opened, and Sophia was surprised to see Gabriel standing inside.
Why was he taking the staff elevator?
She had been too rushed to notice from which floor the elevator had come.
Gabriel was standing there upright, his head lowered, making it impossible to see his expression clearly. He didn’t seem to notice someone had entered, standing still, looking somewhat odd.
Sophia entered and realized he hadn't pressed any floor buttons, so she pressed B2 for the parking garage.
It seemed his car was parked on B1. Well, she might as well press it for him.
Sophia pressed B1.
The elevator doors closed slowly, and within the confined space, after a few seconds, Sophia smelled a faint scent of alcohol.
This man had been drinking.
Sophia kept her face expressionless, pretending not to see him.
Suddenly, there was a heavy weight on her back, as if a huge rock had struck her. Sophia staggered forward, reaching out to brace herself against the elevator wall and instinctively grabbing hold of Gabriel.
Gabriel tried hard to stabilize himself but ended up leaning on her due to the pull, despite his efforts.
A strong smell of alcohol enveloped her; Sophia furrowed her brows, her tone turning unfriendly.
"Gabriel, stand properly!"
Gabriel also wanted to comply, but he was suffering from a cold and fever and had drunk quite a bit; he felt lightheaded and couldn't stand firm, his consciousness beginning to blur.
He didn't even know where he was anymore.
"Stand up properly," Sophia said, pushing him. The man leaned on her shoulder, his breathing heavy against her ear, his breath was hot against her ear.
Her hand moved faster than her thoughts, reaching for his forehead. Her expression turned serious.
"You have a fever."
Gabriel murmured, "Ugh, feel bad."
Sophia shivered. Was this man... acting like he’s flirting?
Hmph, did he think she was Tiffany, expecting her to indulge his spoiled behavior?
Sophia really wanted to leave this person in the elevator and ignore him. When they reached B1, she struggled to support Gabriel's body, patting his face.
"Wake up, I'm not Tiffany, don't lean on me, stop acting spoiled, wake up and get out on your own."
Instead of waking up, Gabriel continued to lean on Sophia, pushing her back several steps until she was cornered against the cold wall.
The elevator doors closed and continued down to B2.
Sophia's face was already looking very grim, and Gabriel was utterly unaware. His eyes half-closed, with a drunken haze, his handsome face flushed red, he looked unexpectedly adorable.
"I'll consider this payback for the last time you helped me," Sophia finally gritted her teeth, telling herself this was repayment for the time Gabriel saved her from Randall.
Sophia give all her strength to get Gabriel out of the elevator, and it was fortunate that her car was parked close by. Otherwise, the short distance might have been impossible for her; Gabriel's weight could have crushed her.
Gabriel, standing at impressive six feet two inches with a well-proportioned muscular physique, was lying heavily on her. It was only thanks to her own strength that Sophia managed to maneuver him out and into the car.
Sophia became frustrated quickly.
Maybe she should just call Tiffany to take care of him.
No, better call Alex instead. She had no desire to deal with Tiffany, especially if there was a chance of being accused of seducing Gabriel. She wasn't afraid of Tiffany, but she also didn't want to attract any unnecessary trouble.
Sophia tried calling Alex, but couldn't get through.
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