He wanted to step forward and challenge Vincent for how he had treated such a kind woman. But something held him back. In the end, all he could do was force a tight, uncomfortable smile.
“Mr. Adams, I’ll take my leave for now.”
Dalton quickly turned and left, his steps hurried.
Katelyn’s eyes followed Sophia as she disappeared, her expression turning grim.
Later, inside the restroom, Katelyn found Sophia, her face blotchy and her eyes swollen from crying.
“What are you doing here?” the woman asked.
Sophia hastily brushed her tears away as Katelyn entered. Trying to steady her voice, she said, “You embarrassed me publicly just moments ago, and now you’ve cornered me in the bathroom. Have I done anything to you to deserve this?”
Katelyn’s gaze flickered for a moment to Sophia’s neck. The large red tattoo there was too prominent to be fully concealed by makeup. Even the best cover-up would be too thick, making it glaring against her otherwise flawless skin. Yet, there was no trace of any disguise on Sophia’s smooth shoulder.
Katelyn shifted her focus back to Sophia, taking a deep breath. “I’m here on behalf of Mr. Adams to apologize to you. He confused you with someone else, which led to his actions. Please, could you forgive him?”
Tears welled up in Sophia’s eyes, and her voice trembled with emotion. “I’ve never been so humiliated in my life. Why should I suffer such treatment from you, just because we’re from a foreign country?”
At that moment, Sophia’s reaction seemed genuinely disappointed. Katelyn felt her curiosity intensify. Was Sophia truly this convincing an actress?
Katelyn softened her tone, her voice gentler now. “I’m truly sorry. If there’s any other way you’d like us to make amends, I can relay it to Mr. Adams.”
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Sophia responded with quiet determination. “No, that won’t be necessary. If he’s truly sorry, he should apologize to me face-to-face.”
“You’re just his assistant; you don’t have the authority to apologize for him,” Sophia snapped.
Regaining her composure, she added, “This incident has completely changed my view of the Adams Group. I’ve never encountered such poor leadership. I will inform my father of everything and ensure we withdraw from any dealings with the Adams Group in jewelry.”
Katelyn observed Sophia intently before casually smirking. “Miss Marshall, do you know why Mr. Adams mistook you? You bear a striking resemblance to a friend of ours, right down to the facial expressions.”
The only things setting them apart were this woman’s distinctive foreign accent and the absence of the large tattoo.
As she spoke, Katelyn pulled out her phone and brought up a photo of Sophia. She held the phone inches from Sophia’s face, her voice taking on a challenging tone.
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