Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1779

Sophie and Colby stepped out of the interrogation room. Harold checked his watch and said, "The kids are out of school now. James is keeping an eye on them. When are you two heading back?"

"Right now," Sophie answered. "We need you to keep a close watch on Isaac. Make sure he's not hiding anything else, and dig deep into the channels he's been using to spread information. We can't afford any slip-ups."

"Don't worry. You two head back, and I'll take care of things here." Harold had already arranged for someone to wait outside the interrogation room. Sometimes, dealing with slippery characters like Isaac required a more direct approach.

Meanwhile, back at the Costello house...

Fiona peeked out the window, scanning the street below. Once she confirmed her parents hadn't returned yet, she breathed a sigh of relief. The longer they stayed out, the more time she had to avoid their scolding.

Alec lounged in an armchair, working through some papers. He glanced up at Fiona, his expression deadpan. "No point in watching the clock. You're not dodging this one."

the one in trouble," Fiona grumbled. "What's in it

getting scolded? I get a front-row seat to the show.

"You...!"

them up later.

imagine the stern look on Uncle Colby's face when they got back. Unlike other

Sophie played the understanding mom role. They had their

engine rumbled from outside the villa. Hearing it, Fiona felt a wave of dread wash over her. She had just been relieved that her parents weren't home yet, and now

shiver down her spine. She thought about hiding but quickly realized her room offered no good hiding

two..." Before Colby could finish counting, Fiona

Fiona said with a forced laugh, awkwardly greeting