Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Chapter 1000

Chapter 1000

Jenna said seriously, "You know, Mr. Gordon doesn't even keep up with Harbor City's local news."

Sophie had thought there was some deep, unspeakable reason, but it turned out he just hadn't noticed.

"You have no idea. The story spread all over Harbor City, even folks in Devonport heard about it. But Mr. Gordon? He hardly ever steps out of his estate, and he doesn't care for the news! Sure, the Aldridge family likes to stay informed, but he can't be bothered with brainpower on gossip. Somehow, the story just grew and grew."

Jenna clicked her tongue and continued, "A few years back, Ms. Elodie visited Devonport for a couple of days. She met Mr. Gordon, and they exchanged a few polite words, probably at some dinner party-just a 'hello, how are you, he's fine too' sort of thing. But then some tabloid journalists snapped pictures! Rumors started flying that they had a thing going on, but in reality, Mr. Gordon probably didn't even know about his so-called scandal."

"So, after all that, they barely knew each other?"

Jenna shook her head with a sigh. "I honestly thought I might see Gordon, this century-old iron tree, finally bloom. But instead of peach blossoms, it was all trumpet flowers! The high-society romance I looked forward to didn't even

couldn't help but

to see what it would

Gordon never liked any woman

that I know

remember playing at the Aldridge estate a few times as a kid, and Gordon was always on the balcony in a lounge chair, reading. When we played, he read; when we ate, he was still reading. Back then, I thought Gordon was a bookworm. But later, I realized he was way quicker-witted than us. Sometimes, adults would say something, and he'd know what they'd say next.

to Mr. Gordon's

so I don't know much But I do remember a kidnapping. After that, the Aldridge family quickly clamped down on the news, and the story was soon hushed up. The next year, when we visited the Aldridge estate, Gordon had lost his

a moment, considering that for a young man, losing his legs meant

"Actually,