Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Chapter 1263

On the second floor, Harold heard someone mention Kiran's name and his brow furrowed. "Kiran?" he questioned.

"Yes, it's definitely Kiran! No mistake!" a guard confirmed, handing Harold a watch.

Harold took the watch and examined it closely. It was a one-of-a-kind piece, custom-made exclusively for the Pollard family. In their line of work, a watch like this was a clear indicator of a person's identity. This particular watch could only belong to Kiran. No one had ever dared to challenge the authority of the Pollard family's head. "I'll go check it out," Harold said, gesturing for his dozen or so bodyguards to follow him downstairs.

By the time they reached the lobby, Kiran was already standing there, exuding an aura so intense t was almost suffocating. He didn't flinch as Harold approached with his entourage.

"Mr. Angelo," Harold greeted him. "What brings you here at this hour?"

Harold remained unfazed. He stepped forward, placed the watch in Kiran's hand, and said, "Ms. Sandy found the Regent Hotel quite entertaining, so I invited her to stay as our guest. Don't worry, Mr. Angelo, she'll be returned once she's had her fill of fun. She won't suffer any discomfort while she's here."

small talk," Kiran replied

and his eyes grew even colder, making the air around them feel ten degrees chillier. He took a step forward. "Do you think I believe

Harold's smile faded slightly.

if you don't hand her over, you and all your men..." he pointed at the bodyguards behind Harold, "will die." The atmosphere grew tense in an

outside the banquet hall. Jenna walked in with a squad of Dennis family bodyguards, disrupting the delicate balance. "Sandy is an honored guest of the Dennis family. What do you think you're doing capturing her without cause? I suggest you

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Dennis family alone can

count the Tredgold family in!" Adler's voice boomed from outside as he entered with his own

high

Mr. Minton, reigning in a small town like Summerfield is one thing. But don't fool yourself into thinking you're the

hands.