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.

patriarch to Bea, now

this suitcase be placed in my

brought over the suitcase from Bea's room. Bea

"Yes, Madam."

Sophie interjected, "Leave it here for now. I'll move it to

"What do you mean, Sophie? Are you planning to live separately

I bought is closer to my workplace. James is aware of this; we've already agreed on this matter. There's

"But this suitcase..."

If anything is missing, I'm liable to compensate." Sophie continued nonchalantly, "Besides, James and I are married now. His money is mine to spend. Why should I care about a few items

her mouth. She couldn't understand how James

suitcase, Marian suggested, "Madam, this is quite heavy. Let

will help with the suitcase

car engine approached. "Marian, thank you. My ride is here.

worried Sophie couldn't manage the suitcase alone. She was about to offer help when Bea cut in, "Let her go. She said she doesn't need help. When she's no longer here and James brought girls

outside. Colby, ever the gentleman, exited the car to

window, Bea frowned, "Who's that

him. He's probably not one of ours." Marian, too far to see clearly, could only make out a