Sofia felt miserable. Davion was going through hell and yet he hadn't considered it necessary to inform her. She was his wife, after all! Determined, she stood up, from the couch. She wouldn't sit back and watch her husband's name being maligned. She would find out the truth and stand up for him if he was indeed innocent.
Sofia picked up her mobile phone and her wallet and walked out of the penthouse, locking the door behind her. She went to the reception and approached their manager, Jake Priestley.
"Mr. Priestley, I need to see Davion right now. It's important. Do you have any idea where his press conference is being held?" she asked him. Mr. Priestley looked a little uncomfortable.
"I request you to arrange for a car to take me to him. This is urgent, " said Sofia. After hesitating
