Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Angelo trailed behind Sophie, looking less like a boyfriend and more like a kid being dragged along by his mom.

Sophie shot Angelo a glance. Back at the Pollard estate, he had this commanding presence. So why did he seem so timid here in Devonport, barely daring to lift his head?

"Cough, cough," Angelo cleared his throat and straightened up. "What's that in the back?"

The employee leading them replied, "The machine back there isn't for public display. The ones out here might get you some stuffed toys, but the ones inside? They pay out in cash. Isn't that way more exciting than fishing?"

Angelo's curiosity piqued at the mention of cash. "But I heard games like that are banned."

"Well, we're just keeping it on the down-low. Not something I tell just anyone."

"So, you work here, huh?"

customers for the

the machines in the back, they really pay out in

"Of course!"

I'm in business too, and this seems pretty lucrative. Maybe you could show me

with the boss. If he gives the green light,

with the employee. Sophie had assumed Angelo was a bit clueless, but he was surprisingly adept at getting information. Looks like his time at the newspaper taught him a thing or two. He wasn't just playing

those

in Summerfield. They're easy to get the hang of. Don't tell me your's boss is Mr. Odie? I've bumped into

concern and quickly stepped in. "Honey, stop exaggerating. We're nobodies. How could we ever meet

us, let alone

with people like us."

Even if their statuses