Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 523

"Fine, it's yours then," Bea said with a hint of reluctance. "But let me be clear: if you and James ever get divorced, you'll have to return this ring to me."

"Of course," Sophie replied, her voice steady, though a mocking smile played at the corners of her mouth.

'Promises made by mouth are seldom kept,' she mused silently. Once a gift was given willingly, there was no taking it back.

After discussing with Bea, Sophie wrote a check to the Devins family. With cash in hand, they left, their spirits lifted.

Now, only Sophie and Bea remained in the living room. Sophie handed over a pre-drafted contract to Bea, saying, "Please sign here, Bea."

The contract detailed mortgage terms clearly. Bea put on her reading glasses, scrutinized the document to ensure there were no loopholes, and signed her name. Then, with a look of impatience, she handed the pen back to Sophie, her tone icy, "If this money ever needs to be repaid, it will go to James. You won't get a penny out of this."

"The loan was given to you on behalf of James, so naturally, it will be repaid to James. I'm merely acting on his behalf."

Sophie slid the ring onto her finger, examining it closely before saying with satisfaction, "Ah, truly beautiful. Thank you, Grandma."

Sophie's sudden switch to calling her 'Grandma' made Bea's skin crawl.

ring, originally a gift from the late patriarch to Bea, now adorned Sophie's hand, making Bea uncomfortable

be placed

over the suitcase from Bea's room. Bea impatiently waved her hand

"Yes, Madam."

for now. I'll

do you mean, Sophie? Are you planning

is aware of

"But this suitcase..."

"Besides, James and I are married now. His money is mine to spend. Why should I

Bea felt a bitter taste in her mouth. She

this is quite heavy. Let me carry it for

alrght. Someone will help with the

sound of a car engine approached. "Marian, thank you. My ride is

Bea cut in, "Let her go. She said she doesn't need help. When she's no longer here and James brought girls home, it's

the gentleman,

Bea frowned, "Who's that driver?

one of ours." Marian, too far to see clearly, could only make out