Chapter 308

Sophia Laurent's lips curled into a mocking smile as she observed Vincent Valdemar's pretentious expression.

Before she could speak, Adrian Valdemar cut in sharply.

"Bullshit!" Adrian's eyes blazed with fury. "Alexander and Sophia's marriage was arranged by the Patriarch. Who the hell are you to interfere?"

Sophia arched an eyebrow.

Since when were she and Alexander so devoted?

Vincent's face darkened. "I'm your father! Watch your tone!"

He glared at Adrian. "Alexander is my son. I decide his marriage!"

Sophia was impressive, but useless to him—just a thorn in his side.

Adrian scoffed. "You call yourself a father? Having you as a dad is a curse from our ancestors!"

Vincent trembled with rage, raising his hand to strike.

Despite his injuries, Adrian dodged effortlessly.

Vincent chased him fruitlessly, panting heavily.

"Adrian!" he snarled. "Issue a statement clearing Damian's name immediately, or I'll divorce your mother!"

Adrian smirked. "Like I care."

He'd be glad to see the miserable couple split.

But a flicker of concern crossed his eyes—his mother's obsession with Vincent was no secret.

Vincent noticed his hesitation and smirked triumphantly.

"And forget about your acting career. I’ll make sure you’re blacklisted."

Adrian's expression froze.

Though no longer in power, Vincent had deep connections after decades in the Valdemar family.

Sebastian Valdemar still controlled Valdemar Entertainment.

"Quite the show of authority," Sophia interjected coldly. "Since when did you own the entertainment industry?"

Vincent narrowed his eyes. "Acting is a disgrace. I’m doing him a favor."

His gaze slid to Sophia. "Or are you afraid he’ll outshine you?"

Sophia nearly laughed.

"No wonder the Patriarch handed the group to Alexander," she said smoothly.

Vincent exploded. "You—how dare you disrespect your elders!"

Sophia kept smiling. "Better than being a heartless snake."

Vincent grabbed a teacup, ready to hurl it.

"Margaret," Sophia said calmly, "note down any damages caused by Mr. Valdemar."

Vincent froze, cup midair, face flushing crimson.

"You’ll regret this!" he spat.

Sophia lifted her own teacup with grace. "We’ll be waiting."