Reborn to Burn Them All novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Heather, who’d been gloating seconds ago, froze.

Yvette’s brow knitted, thinking Sophia lost her mind.

Jonathan’s face darkened, fury snapping, “You ungrateful brat!” he barked. “What’s this nonsense?” The veins in his temples throbbed. He’d strangle Sophia if she weren’t his daughter.

Sophia blinked innocently. “If a CEO doesn’t know taxes, isn’t evasion kinda… expected?” She shrugged. “Just speculating. Why so touchy? Guilty conscience?”

Jonathan’s face turned purple. The room spun. He almost blacked out.

The female officer stepped in. “Ms. Chandler, relax. Just routine questions. We’ll clear this up.”

Sophia nodded at the officer–a knockout in uniform.

The officer eyed her outfit–a plain white tee with a school logo on the chest, black sweatpants, and a bulky canvas backpack. She hesitated, “You’re… eighteen?”

Sophia hesitated, glanced at her uniform, and then nodded. “Turned it two weeks ago.” She handed over her driver’s license.

The officer glanced at it and then handed it back.

Two officers picked her up in a plain black sedan, not a squad car. Before climbing in, Sophia waved at the house, grinning. “Bye, Jonathan, Heather. Don’t worry I’ll be back soon.”

Jonathan’s face darkened further. He gritted his teeth as the car pulled away, a bad feeling gnawing at him.

Heather rolled her eyes. “As if I’d miss you. Stay gone.”

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Chapter 7

Howard hid a smirk. Sophia, when riled, didn’t care who she hurt–even family.

Yvette scrunched up her face, her hands balling into fists subconsciously as she thought. Yesterday, Sophia was a total nobody. But now she was like a whole new person.

Yvette couldn’t help but see how Sophia’s change turned her into a total knockout. Even when Sophia was acting a bit wild, her delicate looks, perfect frame, and knockout face were impossible to miss.

The old Sophia was just a plain Jane, dead–as–a–doornail puppet. Now, it was like someone had woken up her spirit, and she was full of beans.

Yvette’s pulse quickened. Unease crept in.

“I’m following her,” Jonathan muttered, his eye twitching. He couldn’t let Sophia face the cops alone. She’d implode.

Yvette watched him go, brow furrowed.

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On the ride, Sophia’s phone buzzed. It was a text from Jonathan. Dad: [Don’t blab.]

She smirked, renamed him TheJerk, then her own contact to MoneyTalks.

Ten minutes later, as the station loomed, Jonathan transferred her 30

dollars.

TheJerk: [I’m coming. Zip it till I get there.]

Sophia clicked her tongue, pocketed the cash, and renamed herself

3000IsFine.

Jonathan, seeing the new nickname, almost swerved. He slammed the steering wheel. “Ungrateful wretch!”

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