Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Jenna stared at Lennon's portrait, childhood memories rushing back. She remembered how Lennon had always taught her the importance of being a strong and independent woman, how he trained her in martial arts, and how he imparted wisdom on self-defense and life skills.

One time, her grandfather took her to the greenhouse, full of blooming roses, and said, "Loving someone is like tending to flowers; with care and attention, they blossom beautifully."

He taught her how to garden and nurture flowers. Back then, she was just a bud herself, but twenty years later, that little girl had grown into the CEO of Devonport Corporation, becoming the dazzling rose her grandfather had envisioned.

"Grandpa, rest in peace," Jenna whispered, tightening her grip on Adler's hand.

Meanwhile, at the Burke Estate, Rick glanced at Gordon, who was staring out the window. "Sir, all the guests have arrived at the funeral. Aren't you going?"

"No," Gordon said coolly. "Someone else will go in my place."

"Do you mean...?"

"Harold should be back by now."

abruptly. The clear blue sky turned grey, clouds covered Devonport, thunder rumbled in the distance, and a light

their goodbyes to Lennon. Just then, a figure with a white flower pinned to their chest appeared at the

different-his skin tanned and his hair cropped short. The previously wild and flamboyant Harold now seemed reserved and composed. Sophie

Wasn't

"Is your

"Yes, it's

is back,

frowned. "He's not my

so many old soldiers in the Costello

burial already taken place?" Adler replied, "Yes, you're too late. If you'd

a rare hint of confusion.

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