Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Colby dragged the guy straight into the living room. Timothy's eyes darted nervously as he saw Adler with a laptop. Sophie cut to the chase, "Alright, spill it. Who were you planning to send the message to?" "I... I wasn't planning to send it to anyone."

"Don't give me that! Just because you kids think you're tech-savvy doesn't mean I'm clueless. I've been doing this longer than you have."

Adler made short work of the laptop's password.

With a quick setup, Adler projected the laptop's screen onto the TV. It showed an email account ready but with no message typed out yet.

Sophie didn't waste any time, "No need for questions. Just find out who owns this email account."

"It's an international email," Adler noted. "Give me two hours, and I can get the registration details."

"No need. It won't help," Timothy interjected.

raised a

email account is registered under my name," Timothy

"What do you

you guys, but the person behind all this has my family under his thumb.

this mastermind is pretty intimidating,

then nodded. "Yeah,

on this guy. What makes you think I'd believe you've seen him?" Upstairs, Gordon watched the scene unfold from the second floor, his wheelchair pushed up against

Sophie, if you keep me around, I can protect the Spellman family. I can even feed false info to

earnest, his tone

a seventeen-year-old kid. His story checks out

Timothy, clearly torn on

a knife to Timothy's throat, "That stunt at the Pearl Hotel, how did