Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

As he watched the smile slowly fade from Sophie’s face, a sense of immense satisfaction surged through Harold.

But a moment later, Sophie laughed again, saying, “I didn’t expect you to be so childish.”

Harold frowned. “What did you say?”

“If you really had the guts to hurt me, would you secretly arrange a private meeting like this?”

Sophie gently pushed Harold away and wandered casually around the room.

“There are no cameras here, and it’s noisy outside. No one will notice this small private room. You’re afraid of our meeting being discovered by James or Gordon, so how could you dare to touch me here?”

Sophie sat on the sofa and nonchalantly bit into an apple.

She had been in situations like this before. The privacy level of these kinds of rooms was top notch, usually reserved for big shots making deals. Not a whisper could escape.

Sophie watched Harold. “Harold, drop your childish threats. You can’t intimidate me

Compared to the last time Ryan had kidnapped her, this was miner.

Harold’s expression faltered, darkening further due to Sophie’s casual provocations. “Do you really think I wouldn’t dare do anything to you?”

I’m right here. Do what you want.”

Sophie wore an expression of noble sacrifice. As long as she remained James‘ wife, Harold wouldn’t dare touch her, not even if he had a hundred times the courage.

As expected, Harold made no move after a while.

Sophie didn’t want to push him too far. She said, “I’ll admit, the first time I met you, I knew you were Harold. My actions weren’t meant to get your attention. I just thought it a shame to bury your talent, so I provoked you to enroll at Eastwood College.”

Sophie’s words were a mix of truth and fabrication,

Harold could tell that Sophie was giving him a way out, but he quickly retorted, “My talent? What talent?”

Everyone in Devonport knew that the second son of the Aldridge family was nothing but a playboy, sent abroad by his brother Gordon to temper his wild ways

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Sophie said, “You glanced at my exam paper during the test and knew I deliberately didn’t answer the last question. It shows understood the questions thoroughly but chose not to complete them. You’re perceptive, able to see through my thoughts. That alone proves you have potential, but you choose not to show it.”

Her words considerably cooled Harold’s anger. He sat back, tilted his head back, and downed a bottle of wine. “What else?”NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

“I guess you think one Gordon in the Aldridge family is enough” Sophie rested her chin on her hand and said, “It seems the rumors that you and your brother are at odds are false. You really love your brother.”

The heads of the Aldridge family had passed away early, and Gordon had taken charge of the entire family at seventeen. It had been ten years since then. A brother like a father–it was hard to say that Harold, who had always been protected by his brother, would be at odds with him.

Sophie remembered, in her past life, when Gordon had passed away, Harold had knelt in front of the mourning hall for seven days and nights. On the eighth day, when he emerged, he was a changed man. Afterwards, when Harold took over the Aldridge family, his methods were decisive and swift, shocking all of Devonport.

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Clearly, the brothers shared a deep bond, though not widely

Perhaps Sophie had guessed his thoughts correctly, as Harold turned his head away and said, “Don’t assume you understand me.”

“I don’t understand you. I was just guessing.” Sophie stood up. “Alright, Harold, I’ve stayed long enough. Can I go now?”

“Stay right there” Harold frowned, clearly not intending to let Sophie feave so soon.

Sophie said, “You’ve made your threats, and had your revenge, what more do you want?”