Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 350

Gordon spoke in a calm tone, "He's taking care of something for me."

Sophie nodded, saying, "Then, should I..."

She glanced around, noticing the absence of people. If what happened earlier were to occur again, it wouldn't be pleasant.

The area was surrounded by stairs on all sides. It was far from being disabled- friendly.

"Then, should I help you upstairs?"

"Thank you, Ms. Sophie."

Gordon seemed to have anticipated Sophie's offer and accepted without any hesitation.

Sophie regretted her formality a bit as she bravely walked behind Gordon, pushing his wheelchair. Today, Gordon was wearing a simple white shirt complemented by gold-rimmed glasses. His features were sharp and distinguished, with a high nose bridge, making his face look sculpted from ice.

"Which room do

"712."

Sophie was startled. "712?"

Are you familiar with it, Ms.

that the number

was actually

expression remained mild. "This is where I usually work. Sometimes, to avoid complications

"Oh."

to do with her?

might be a bit vain to think that - perhaps it was just a

room 712. Upon entering, a subtle fragrance filled the air, and although the room's decor was simple, everything within it was rare and of high

here is quite different from the

place, so naturally,