My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s)

Chapter 0411

His words were one of suggestive remarks; though his tone was stiff, the underlying tone gave off the vibes.

Candice paused for a moment and jokingly remarked, "Don't pick up all your habits from Yana."

Barox's face remained blank as he responded, "It's just a logical guess. I can't think of anyone else in Solaris who would help her. Anyway, it's best to be cautious."

His final words carried weight, genuinely cautioning Candice.

Candice nodded in agreement, saying, "I know."

"And as for Alex—" Barox seemed wise beyond his years as he hesitated for a moment before adding, "He's not that great."

This opinion wasn't solely based on what he had heard from Yana but also on his own observations of Alex. Despite Barox's usual limited words and impatience, Yana had repeatedly emphasized Candice's being her best friend, so he felt it necessary to offer a word of caution.

However, before he could finish, footsteps approached from behind.

Alex's deep voice cut through the air as he remarked, "Mr. Gort seems to have strong opinions about me."

Both Candice and Barox turned to face him.

Alex was clad in all black, his demeanor more serious than usual. His expression was neutral as he glanced down at Candice.

Barox didn't seem embarrassed about being caught speaking poorly of Alex. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Well, it looks like the owner of that luxury car wasn't Mr. Elysian."

Sawyer interjected, "Mr. Elysian has been attending a seminar on the first floor this entire time and just came out."

Candice's expression finally changed as she met Alex's gaze.

Alex had been looking at her throughout the exchange, their eyes meeting in the air.

"What luxury car?" Alex asked.

"Sonia arrived in a luxury car and left with Mr. Howles," Candice explained briefly, not dwelling on it.

With the evidence in hand, she was determined to take Sonia to court.

"It has nothing to do with me," Alex responded, dismissing the matter after a moment of silence.

Before Candice could reply, Barox interjected, "You should be grateful it's not involving you; otherwise, Candice could sue you too."

He then placed a reassuring hand on Candice’s shoulder and guided her outside.

Candice didn’t look back, but doubts began to gnaw at her. If not Alex, then who could it be? Quentin?

Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing from an unknown number. Assuming it was Henry, she promptly ended the call.

Moments later, a text message arrived, “Disappointed, aren't you?”

Though it was simple, Candice immediately recognized the sender. It must be Sonia.

She stared at the message, her expression darkening. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Barox noticed her change in demeanor and asked quietly, "What's wrong?"

Candice didn't respond, but the next morning, she received a call from the police station requesting her presence for something requiring her cooperation.

On her way to the conference hall, she detoured to the police station.

The same officer from before greeted her and handed her a settlement letter, stating, "The other party is interested in settling and is willing to meet any conditions you have."

Candice studied the letter for a moment, her eyes then drifting to a poster on the wall that read "Righteousness is everlasting, and justice always wins".

She hesitated before asking, "What if I choose not to settle?"

The officer paused for a moment and sighed. "Ms. Renault, the decision is ultimately yours to make."

Candice exited the police station clutching the settlement document, her eyes fixed on it as she stood at the entrance. The document proposed a compensation of 800 thousand.

"Haha. Can Sonia even cough up this money?"

Candice muttered sarcastically, shaking her head in disbelief.

She narrowed her eyes, glancing up at the bright, clear blue sky—it was the best weather she had experienced in Solaris for a long time.

Returning her attention to the settlement document, Candice wasted no time in discarding the paper, which was supposedly worth 800 thousand dollars, into the nearby trash bin.

The incident had significantly disrupted her schedule, and by the time she reached the conference hall, the meeting was already underway.

Upon entering, the first thing Candice noticed was Sonia seated at the center, wearing a faint smile.

Sonia's gaze met hers, her smile appearing provocative.

Angela motioned for Candice to join her, whispering, "Why are you just arriving now? Sonia came this morning as if she owned the place. She’s so smug."

Candice couldn't blame her for feeling smug. After all, someone had tried to buy her silence with money. Undoubtedly, Sonia was eager to flaunt her perceived victory.

She didn't respond to Angela; frankly, she wasn't in a foul mood.

Candice had long suspected that Sonia had a powerful supporter, but she initially thought it might be either Alex or Quentin.

However, considering the ease with which someone could throw around 800 thousand, Candice realized that this backer must be significant. With such support, Sonia was likely to become even more brazen.

Candice clenched her fists, her mind racing with thoughts, though she kept her emotions in check, showing no outward sign of turmoil.

It wasn't until noon that Sonia finally approached her.

Candice remained seated, awaiting Sonia's arrival.

Angela hesitated to leave, but upon Candice's silent signal, she reluctantly walked away.

As Angela departed, Sonia approached with a smug smile, looking down at Candice with a sense of triumph. She taunted, "Candice, why are you so afraid of me?"

The way she uttered Candice's name dripped with mockery and malice. Candice met Sonia's gaze, her eyes reflecting the clear malice.

Without beating around the bush, Candice’s eyes flickered before she asked, "Was the 800 thousand from you?"

Sonia maintained her innocence, blinking innocently as she sat beside Candice. "I remember you're in dire need of money, still owing Alex 1.5 million, aren't you?"

Candice remained composed, calmly watching Sonia as she continued, "So, you believe that by doing this, I'll stop pursuing you?"

"You seem to have misunderstood," Sonia said with disdain.

She couldn't stand Candice's composed demeanor. Despite the situation, Candice remained calm.

Abandoning her pretense, Sonia's eyes filled with scorn as she looked at Candice, her tone shifting from gentleness to resentment. "It's not about you holding onto me anymore; it's about me not wanting to deal with you."

"Don't forget—I decide whether your studio qualifies to enter Redshade Corporation. Do you think you're so capable?"

She laughed mockingly and added, "As long as you lower yourself to beg me, I might consider letting your studio off."

With newfound confidence, Sonia's audacity seemed to come from an unknown source.

With a casual gesture, she pointed at Candice, adding lazily, "And you. Do you believe that if I decide to ruin you now, someone will smooth things over for me, just like they did with the 800 thousand?"