Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Chapter 282

Upon receiving the news, James quickly made his way to the location. There, the salvage team presented him with a piece of clothing belonging to Sophie, asking, “Sir, is this the garment your wife wore?”

When James saw the garment, his expression involuntarily stiffened. He had seen Sophie wearing this piece of clothing, and on the day of the kidnapping. Sophie had also been wearing it in the surveillance footage.

“Yes”

“We infer that your wife must have met with misfortune, and the search and rescue operation has also been halted. Please accept our condolences.”

The search and rescue team had been working at sea for such a lengthy period without sighting Sophie’s body. Now that her garment had been retrieved, it essentially allowed for a conclusion to be drawn about the case.

James, furrowing his brow, said, “Her body hasn’t been found. How can you declare she’s dead?”

James was intending to argue further, but was promptly halted by Colt, who noticed James‘ agitated state. He addressed the search team, saying. “Thank you for your efforts these past few days. Mr. Burke will prepare a modest token of appreciation for you. Please rest for now

team nodded and

and declared, “If Sophie’s body isn’t found, we

please face

during the search, except for James, who still believed Sophie was alive. But realistically, how could someone

the vast expanse of the sea before him, James felt his

wasn’t coming

the Burke family estate. With a show of concern, Nichole attempted to help James out of his coat, but he coldly rebuffed

of disgust in James‘ eyes, and didn’t approach further. Instead, she purposely mentioned, “James, now that Sophie has met her demise, Bea has decided to hold a funeral to ensure her

you say?”

the sofa, calmly sipping tea and saying, “Now that you’re back, take a look at

a funeral for Sophie? Why didn’t you consult

funeral. You just need to attend on time so as not to let outsiders speak ill of the

her statement and turned to Nichole, instructing, “Nichole, please send out these invitations according to the addresses listed. Marian

“Yes, Bea.”