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Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 1897

In the early hours of the morning, Harold woke up with a splitting headache. Last night’s drinking had definitely gone overboard. As he got older, he realized he couldn't handle booze like he could in his younger days.

Finding himself still at the dining table, he glanced around at his friends sprawled out in all sorts of awkward positions, still lost to the world. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the sight.

A waiter came in and offered, “Mr. Aldridge, we've got guest rooms ready if you'd like to use them...”

Harold waved him off with a grin, “Nah, let them crash on the floor. They’re not bothered by a little cold.” A bit more shut-eye wouldn’t hurt 'em.

As he got to his feet, a nagging feeling hit him—something was missing from his pocket. His brow furrowed as he reached in and confirmed what he feared: the vial was gone.

“If there's nothing else, Mr. Aldridge, I'll head out,” the waiter said, ready to leave.

“Hold on a second,” Harold called out.

“Is there something else you need, Mr. Aldridge?”

“What about those two youngsters?”

“Youngsters?” the waiter asked, confused. “You mean the young master and miss? They took off last night.”

“Those little rascals...” Harold muttered, now sure that Fiona was the one who snatched the vial. Alec wasn’t the type for such antics.

“Alright, got it,” Harold said, dismissing the waiter with a wave. If they left last night, then by now, those two must’ve had their little adventure with the potion.

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