Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1789

Upon hearing the news, Fiona paused, taken aback.

They'd already found them?

It hadn't even been thirty minutes since she mentioned someone was selling drugs near the school gate. How on earth did her parents manage to track down the dealers so quickly? Fiona's curiosity was now in overdrive, her eyes lighting up with interest. "Uncle Jack..."

But before she could even finish her thought, Tricia cut in, already knowing what Fiona was itching to ask.

"Don't ask questions you don't need answers to. Just remember, no matter how big the issue is, your parents have got it covered. Your job is to head home and catch some sleep. You've got school tomorrow morning, and missing rest isn't an option."

Tricia's words were firm, shutting down Fiona's curiosity. But Fiona couldn't help being intrigued. She was dying to know how her parents managed to crack the case so fast.

Before long, the corner store owner and his thugs were nabbed by the police, and Fiona and Alec were ushered into a car, heading back to the Costello family home.

couldn't wrap her head around how quickly her parents identified the dealers. How did they

your parents aren't as powerless as you think," Alec chimed in from beside her. "Right now, the most important thing for you is to focus on your own stuff. Uncle James hasn't said anything about leaving Beacon High, so your next PE exam

balloon losing all its air. She wished she could be out there, saving

several factories. According to Isaac's prison confession, Devonport was his main supplier, funneling drugs

shutting down the factories, they were likely to have the situation

up, Sophie leaned wearily on Colby's

days of relentless work. She had to admit, time was catching up with her. Twenty years

get some sleep. I'll wake you when we're home," Colby reassured

into working overtime at the Devonport factories. Destroying those substances would take at least ten days, meaning Odie wouldn't catch

one meant trouble for all. Exhausted, Sophie fell

next morning, Sophie woke up to find herself in her bedroom. Colby must have carried her upstairs without waking her. The thought