Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 539

At that moment, an elderly man dressed as a gardener was trimming the bushes ahead, and Sophie took a few steps forward to ask, "Excuse me..."

The old man turned around, his face half-covered with a red scarf, but Sophie immediately recognized him.

In this life, Sophie had only met Lennon twice, but she had heard countless legendary stories about him in her previous one.

Moreover...

Despite wearing inconspicuous clothes, who else would wear bespoke French designer boots to tread through the muddy ground? Not to mention, the gardener outfit Lennon wore was a limited edition.

The whole ensemble was worth at least seven figures. Who else's gardener could command such a salary?

Sophie did not expose him immediately but instead asked, "Excuse me, where is the main gate?"

Faced with Sophie's question, Lennon, with a stern face, said, "If you want to know, help me weed first."

Lennon pointed to the ground in front of them, which, despite not being overly weedy, was something the wealthy young ladies would find too dirty to handle and wouldn't want to go near.

Sophie didn't argue and went straight to weeding for Lennon.

Lennon was slightly surprised by Sophie's action and took a closer look at her. Unexpectedly, Sophie, despite being a lady of wealth, was undeterred by weeding and spent half an hour in the garden without a single complaint.

"Alright." Suddenly, Lennon interrupted Sophie.

with the last of the weeds, Sophie stood up and asked, "Sir, is there anything

about making Sophie go through more trouble, but noticing her disheveled state, he coughed once and said, "No,

speak, Lennon asked, "Can

Sophie

the back door

was huge, looking as if it could prepare meals for dozens of

weeding. The Costello family old

"Yes, of course."

You have no idea. It's been years since the Costello patriarch had a homemade meal! The chef's food

"Child, what do you like to

I make

I love pie,

he realized he had given himself away and quickly tried to cover it up, saying, "I mean, Lennon loves pie. If you could make

show you what

and tied her hair up high. She kneaded the dough, rolled it out, and prepared the filling with Lennon

a few more minutes

asked, "Child, who taught you to make

it from my parents when I

"And your parents..."

"They've passed away."

silence, said, "My son

"But I still have a grandson who takes after me. He looks