Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 955

Angelo trailed behind Sophie, looking less like a boyfriend and more like a kid being dragged along by his mom.

Sophie shot Angelo a glance. Back at the Pollard estate, he had this commanding presence. So why did he seem so timid here in Devonport, barely daring to lift his head?

"Cough, cough," Angelo cleared his throat and straightened up. "What's that in the back?"

The employee leading them replied, "The machine back there isn't for public display. The ones out here might get you some stuffed toys, but the ones inside? They pay out in cash. Isn't that way more exciting than fishing?"

Angelo's curiosity piqued at the mention of cash. "But I heard games like that are banned."

"Well, we're just keeping it on the down-low. Not something I tell just anyone." "So, you work here, huh?"

in customers for the

really pay out in

"Of course!"

chops. I'm in business too, and

the boss. If he gives the green

assumed Angelo was a bit clueless, but he was surprisingly

time at the newspaper taught him a thing or two. He wasn't just

get the hang of. Don't tell me your company's boss is Mr. Odie? I've bumped

felt a pang of concern and quickly stepped in. "Honey, stop exaggerating. We're nobodies. How could we ever meet Mr. Odie? We've only seen him from a distance at those fancy parties. Mr. Odie wouldn't know us, let alone work with people like