Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 517

A billion dollars was merely a small token for Bea. It was an amount easily within her means and then some.

Colt stood by, barely daring to breathe. He had never imagined Mrs. Burke could be so indifferent, her demeanor and tone over the phone eerily reminiscent of Mr. Burke himself.

On the other end, Marian relayed to Bea every word of Sophie's message over the phone. Bea's anger spilled over, and she knocked her mug to the floor in a rage.

"Damnit Sophie! She's deliberately messing with me! Now that she has James under her thumb, she's become so arrogant! I see it's only a matter of time before she tries to overstep me! If she continues to act as the lady of the Burke family, what will become of us then?"

Bea was furious, and at this moment, Marian stood by her side, too afraid to utter a word.

"It's just a billion dollars, and she thinks I don't have it?" Bea rose and walked into the bedroom.

Beneath the bed lay a large, somewhat aged leather trunk. Marian followed Bea into the room, hesitating. "Madam, this is your last resort..."

Before Marian could finish, Bea had already unlocked the trunk with a code. Inside were bars of gold with serial numbers, coins from the last century, and several jewelry boxes containing intricately crafted gold pieces.

Despite her age, Bea didn't trust any safe as much as this trunk, which held items of great value. She scoffed, "The Devins is a minor family. What do they know of true wealth?"

"Just this gem alone is worth a billion. Take it to the

gem is a Burke family heirloom, rumored to

in this trunk far more valuable than that. Sophie wants me to bleed? She underestimates the Burke family's status in Devonport. What's a billion? Give

"Madam..."

take it away, lest

her pride, Bea felt a

family, she had spent most of her money on jewelry for appearances. These pieces, though costly, weren't money and

the sapphire seemed to meet the price. Offering it to the Devins was also

worth a billion, but as a rare item sought after by collectors, it wouldn't discredit her even if

wound treated and looked pale as he left the operation room. Sophie glanced at his bandaged arm, asking, "All

at Colt, who was behind Sophie, and said, "Colt, take care

"Well..."

who then said, "No

asking, "Already taken care

you think