Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

At that moment, an elderly man dressed as a gardener was trimming the bushes ahead, and Sophie took a few steps forward to ask, "Excuse me..."

The old man turned around, his face half-covered with a red scarf, but Sophie immediately recognized him.

In this life, Sophie had only met Lennon twice, but she had heard countless legendary stories about him in her previous one.

Moreover...

Despite wearing inconspicuous clothes, who else would wear bespoke French designer boots to tread through the muddy ground? Not to mention, the gardener outfit Lennon wore was a limited edition.

The whole ensemble was worth at least seven figures. Who else's gardener could command such a salary?

Sophie did not expose him immediately but instead asked, "Excuse me, where is the main gate?"

Faced with Sophie's question, Lennon, with a stern face, said, "If you want to know, help me weed first."

Lennon pointed to the ground in front of them, which, despite not being overly weedy, was something the wealthy young ladies would find too dirty to handle and wouldn't want to go near.

Sophie didn't argue and went straight to weeding for Lennon.

Lennon was slightly surprised by Sophie's action and took a closer look at her. Unexpectedly, Sophie, despite being a lady of wealth, was undeterred by weeding and spent half an hour in the garden without a single complaint.

"Alright." Suddenly, Lennon interrupted Sophie.

After finishing with the last of the weeds, Sophie stood up and asked, "Sir, is there anything else you need?"

had thought about making Sophie go through more trouble, but noticing her disheveled state, he coughed once

could speak, Lennon asked, "Can you

"Yes."

when he heard Sophie say she could. "Then come with

Sophie through the back door to the kitchen

as if it could

weeding. The Costello family old man really loves homemade meals. I

"Yes, of course."

Costello patriarch had a homemade

"Child, what do you like

I guess. I

I love pie,

said this, he realized he had given himself away and quickly tried to cover it up, saying,

you what I

up her sleeves and tied her hair up high. She kneaded the dough, rolled it out, and prepared the filling with Lennon assisting her. An hour later, Sophie, with flour-covered hands, wiped her cheeks and soon

more minutes until they're

work, Lennon asked, "Child,

my parents when I was very

"And your parents..."

"They've passed away."

Lennon, who, after a long silence, said, "My son and