Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1070

Bang!

The hotel doors flew open with a loud kick. Sophie stormed in, and this time, she wasn't alone. She had backup.

Griffin was there, handcuffed and tied to a chair, looking like a complete mess. His abdomen had a stab wound from Jenna; it wasn't deep, but it was still bleeding. Someone had hastily bandaged him up, but his face was pale and devoid of color.

Sophie walked up to him, pressing down on his wound with a cold, emotionless expression. Griffin broke out in a cold sweat, his lips turning ashen.

"I don't have many virtues, but loyalty is my one strong suit," Sophie said icily. "My man is in the operating room fighting for his life, and I'm going to make you feel the same pain he is."

With that, she had a serving cart wheeled over, loaded with the breakfast Griffin had sent to them earlier. Sophie picked up a cup of coffee, walked over to Griffin, pinched his nose, and poured the coffee down his throat.

his black shirt now soaked with coffee. He looked a wreck, but somehow, he

afraid of death, huh? So, you must care about

with rage. He lifted his head and

Burke International, fine, she

has nothing to do with

him off, "whether it's her doing or not, you're

means you and

Griffin stayed silent.

guys like you," Sophie said. "If I can't get anything out of you, I'll go to Odie. You sneaked into Summerfield to strike at us, and if Elodie doesn't know, it means you didn't want her to. Your identity isn't that simple, huh? Elodie's little sidekick? No, with your skills,