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.

was about to sign it, Sophie interjected, "This is between Bea and Ms. Calla. Naturally, Bea should be the

debt. Bea was so infuriated she was nearly breathless. Marian

waiting for?

no choice but to immediately sign her name on the

She pushed Bea onto the couch, then took the contract and retreated. She pointed the knife at everyone menacingly, "Don't come any

for me!" Bea was furious,

moment, and Bea shouted even louder, "James! Go

all, you did her wrong first. If she accuses you of incitement to

and James reconciling had just begun to restore the Burke family's

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

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

her words fell, the knife in Calla's hand

even more

a 'clatter,' the knife fell to

my grandson! You

and bleeding profusely, and James' face was pale,