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."

white dress, her every movement exuding the grace of an old-world socialite. Angelo looked her up and down - not bad at all. For

anything like his mom. How had those ridiculous rumors started

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

sit. Viona, get Bea another

"Yes, sir."

Viona prepared the tea, Angelo said, "My father and I are usually swamped with

mind, but

busy, hardly ever

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tinged with resentment. She sat on the sofa, sipped her tea, and continued, "It's my first time leaving Devonport, I didn't mean to trouble you, but I've run

of help do

father and I were close in our youth, and you being

be too much to

Kiran, would it?"