Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 513

Bea's face turned pale with fear at the sight of the knife, and at that moment, she could only turn to James for help. James frowned slightly and declared, "I agree."

"James..." Bea clenched her teeth, finally relenting. "Okay! Just put the knife down!"

After all, there was no written agreement or proof. The priority was to stabilize this madwoman first!

Just as Calla was about to lower the knife, Sophie spoke up, "Wait."

At this, Bea's expression darkened, "Sophie! What do you mean by this?"

Sophie chuckled lightly and said, "Bea, do you really think Ms. Calla is foolish? How could she possibly let you go with just a verbal agreement and no written contract?"

Sophie's words made Calla realize her oversight. The knife she was about to put down was now once again pressed against Bea's neck. At this moment, Bea was seething with anger but was helpless to do anything but say, "It's just a matter of making a written agreement. James, get the lawyer to prepare it right away!"

It was clear that Bea had no desire to die.

James took out his phone and called Colt. In no time, the fax machine upstairs buzzed with a contract Colt had sent.

Just as James was about to sign it, Sophie interjected, "This is between Bea and Ms. Calla. Naturally, Bea should

was so infuriated she was nearly breathless. Marian had no choice but to hand the contract to Bea. When the contract was presented to her,

waiting for? Sign it

threat, Bea had no choice but to immediately sign her name on

onto the couch, then took the contract

Arrest this madwoman for me!" Bea was furious, having

and Bea

her wrong first. If she accuses you of incitement to rape, the Burke family's reputation could be

reconciling had just begun to restore the Burke family's warmth. If they provoked Calla now,

of nearly fainting. "She had the nerve to hold me at knifepoint! And you're still speaking for her! James, look at the

had no choice but to step forward and seize Calla's arm. Calla, out of control, flailed her

knife in Calla's hand slashed across

turned even more sour.

arm and was also shocked. With a 'clatter,' the knife fell to the ground. Calla hastily waved her hands. "It

my grandson! You

deep and bleeding profusely, and James' face was pale, but when he watched Sophie, his eyes were filled with warmth, as