Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 549

He could guess a thing or two from the fact that Sophie had changed her evening dress.

Minton International was too dangerous. If Sophie continued to engage with them, she might avoid danger temporarily, but it was hard to ensure she wouldn’t fall into a trap eventually.

By the time they reached the Aldridge estate, it was already midnight.

Colby kicked open the door to the study at the Aldridge estate. Gordon was there, wiping a picture frame on the desk. Seeing Colby, a slight smile appeared on his face as he said, “Back, are you?”

“I want to kill you.” Colby spat out these words coldly.

Others might not know, but he did. Gordon had known from the start what Minton International was up to at their galas, yet he still chose to let Sophie go alone into danger.

Gordon smiled slightly and said, “Don’t be so angry. She came back safe and sound, didn’t she? Besides, I was the one who sent her there. According to the rules of Minton International dinner parties, she wouldn’t be harassed.”

“But before you sent her, you didn’t tell her what that place was!”

“I did,” Gordon said seriously. “I told her it was dangerous and advised her to keep a low profile. As it turns out, my advice was right.”

Colby’s gaze was murderous.

Gordon, unconcerned, put down the picture frame and said, “Sophie hasn’t come to settle accounts with me, and here you are, rushing over. It seems you really do care a lot for her.”

“You know very well why.”

His affection for Sophie was not a trivial matter. As brothers, Colby had thought Gordon wouldn’t go too far, yet he still put Sophie in danger.

At this moment, Jenna heard the noise from the study and walked to the door. She opened the slightly ajar door and asked, “What are you two doing? Sophie has started pointing out the people she identified.”

“Go take a look. See how many people she has remembered.”

Gordon wheeled himself towards the exit.

Colby rubbed his forehead, feeling extremely tired.

In the hall, Sophie was looking at every portrait, trying hard to recall who she had seen that evening.

Although those people were wearing masks, they were familiar faces in Devonport. Sophie had familiarized herself with the entrepreneurs of Devonport before the gala, so she could recognize quite a few.

“Keep.”

“Keep.”

“Pass.”