Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Chapter 1566

Sophie shot back, ice in her voice, "That's the behavior of a homewrecker. Aren't you, as his father, going to step in at all?"

Mr. Donny replied with a dismissive smirk, "Mr. Colby hasn't committed to our Gina yet, Ms. Sophie. No need to fret. If Mr. Colby truly cares about you, he won't stray with my daughter." With a mocking tone, Mr. Donny added, "Unless, Ms. Sophie, you're worried that Mr. Colby can't keep his head straight. In that case, wouldn't it be smarter to deal with Mr. Colby yourself?"

"Mr. Donny, careful with your words. If you push my buttons, I can't promise what might happen to your daughter or the Spellman family," Sophie warned, unwavering.

But Mr. Donny shrugged off Sophie's threat. As long as Gina could capture Colby's heart, what power did Sophie really have over them?

"Ms. Sophie, don't expect a send-off from me," he said, making it clear he had no intention of showing her respect.

Sophie was visibly upset by Donny's attitude, but she had no choice but to leave the Spellman estate with her entourage.

As they reached the estate's entrance, Sophie's angered expression softened into calm determination. She turned to her bodyguard and said, "Keep tabs on the Spellman family. Then, follow the list I gave you and find those people." "Understood, Ms. Sophie," the bodyguard responded promptly, and soon his team had the Spellman estate under watch.

Let that old fool have his moment of triumph, she thought. Once they pinpoint The Silent Shadows' hideout, Donny's usefulness would evaporate.

The Silent Shadows were just using the Spellman family as a cover, all to shield Kena, their secret asset. Sophie was convinced they wouldn't squander resources on someone so dense.

anything noteworthy in Summerfield, but Harold's hackers had traced some shady dealings on the dark web back to him. This convinced Sophie that the nearly fifty-year-old Mr.

family's front door, filing

nowhere to be seen. Instead, she found a modest memorial setup in the living room-white flowers, sandalwood incense, and a black-and-white photo in the

swnovel

was on display, and a man in white mourning clothes was

the Aldridge family bodyguards

Elliott, only to

raised her

to hold his tongue.

their gunstrained on

and said,

lifting his hands

face was as unremarkable as Elliott's, the kind you'd forget in a crowd.

"What's your connection

father," the young man

your name?"

eyes to meet hers,