Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1390

Hearing Gordon's words, Sophie perked up instantly: "Whoever heard of taking back a gift once it's given? Just watch, I'll find it for sure!"

With that, she bolted towards her room like her life depended on it.

Harold, who was overseeing the cleaning, saw her dash by and couldn't help but vent, "Sophie! The floor's just been mopped! Are you doing this on purpose?"

Sophie couldn't care less about Harold's grumbling. Finding that gift was all that mattered now!

Jenna had been searching for Sophie for a while, so she headed up to the third floor. She found Sophie in full chaos mode, rummaging through her room, sprawled out on the floor with her phone's flashlight aimed under the bed.

"Sophie! What on earth are you doing? The guests will be here in two hours! You need to come and get ready!"

"An hour's plenty! I'm just trying to find the gift my brother got you."

"What gift? Haven't you already racked up enough gifts today?"

once, and my brother insists

back? Sophie, you're practically

it makes me happy,

living? Does he have a money tree

baffled by

room apart but still hadn't found a trace of the gift. Jenna, dragged into the search, was losing steam fast, giving up after

wasted, Sophie plopped onto

with a ribbon

dropped. "Where did that

looked up to see the chandelier swinging slightly, and on the box were the words: Do not open on your

frustration melted into glee.

You've been tearing this place apart for an

me a gift, of

the box, ignoring the

said not to open