Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1187

Griffin stood still, not even flinching, as the bullet zipped right past his ear, missing him by inches. Blood slowly trickled from his earlobe.

Grinning like he'd just uncovered Colby's darkest secret, Griffin taunted, "So you didn't tell her, did you, Colby? You're nothing but a coward, a scaredy-cat. If Sophie knew about your condition-that your love isn't what she thinks it is— would she still love you?"

With every word Griffin uttered, Colby's eyes grew colder, his stare more piercing.

Unfazed, Griffin pressed on, "I've heard Sophie is pretty picky when it comes to relationships. If she found out that your so-called love has been a sham for over a year, would she kick you out of her life and hate you forever?"

"You must have a death wish," Colby replied, his face now devoid of any hint of a smile.

The people around them quickly sensed Colby's intense rage. They rushed to restrain him, one of them urging, "Boss! Don't listen to him. He's just trying to rile you up! If he dies, we'll never find out who's pulling the strings!"

Colby's expression was ice-cold, completely void of warmth.

this was the real Colby. He was a man born without emotions,

neglect. Such individuals... they can't love, for they lack the very

the Burke

from their bed. She got up, scanning the

he

on the table lamp, accidentally knocking over a cup. The cup shattered on the floor, scattering pieces everywhere. As she bent down to pick up the shards, a sharp

the living room lamp was on. She descended the stairs, the dim orange glow casting long shadows but revealing no

forget to turn off the

Forget it.

the first aid kit was in

cool voice asked

see Gordon standing in the kitchen doorway. She

Yes, standing. Not sitting!