Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

James shot Angelo a quick glance and simply said, "Just don't overdo it."

Hearing this, Angelo perked up as if he'd been given a free pass. "Alright, I'll just have a quick chat with that old witch..."

Before he could finish, James gave him another look. Angelo quickly corrected himself, "Mrs. Bea Burke I mean."

James looked away, and Angelo started to tidy up in front of the mirror. He took a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket, ensuring he looked his best, then adjusted the hair at his temples. Angelo wiped the mischievous grin off his face and said seriously, "Viona, to the study."

"Yes, sir!"

Viona led Angelo out.

In the study, Angelo sat at the desk, trying out different poses before settling into a relaxed one. Outside, Viona announced, "Sir, Mrs. Bea Burke has arrived."

"Alright," Angelo said indifferently. "Let her in."

grace of an old-world socialite. Angelo looked her up and down - not

back in the day. But... she didn't look anything like his mom. How had those ridiculous rumors started that his mom was a stand-in for this

me a seat?" Bea's voice snapped Angelo back to

sit. Viona, get Bea another cup

"Yes, sir."

"My father and I are usually swamped with business, so

don't mind, but you

busy, hardly

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the sofa, sipped her tea, and continued, "It's my first time leaving Devonport, I didn't mean to trouble you, but

kind of help do you

the point. Your father and I were

too much

Kiran, would it?"