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

back, they really pay out in cash, right then and

"Of course!"

some serious chops. I'm in business too, and this seems pretty lucrative. Maybe you

check with the boss. If he gives

long, Angelo was chatting away with the employee. Sophie had assumed Angelo was a bit clueless, but he was surprisingly adept at

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

the hang of. Don't tell

Angelo started digging deeper, Sophie 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