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.

as James was about to sign it, Sophie interjected, "This is

this huge debt. Bea was so infuriated she was nearly breathless. Marian had no choice but to hand the contract

are you waiting

Calla's threat, Bea had no choice but to immediately sign her name

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

madwoman for me!" Bea was furious, having never before been held at knifepoint

a moment, and Bea

first. If she accuses you of incitement to rape, the Burke

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

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

forward and seize Calla's arm. Calla, out of control, flailed her arms wildly. Seeing this,

knife in Calla's hand slashed across James'

even more sour.

flowing from James' arm and was also shocked. With a 'clatter,' the knife fell to the ground. Calla

my grandson! You stupid

while Sophie checked James' wound. The wound was deep and bleeding profusely, and James' face was pale, but when he watched Sophie, his eyes were filled with warmth, as if he didn't