Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1827

Rick nodded and stepped out of the car. Once he was gone, Gordon glanced down at Sophie, who had snuggled comfortably and closed her eyes in his arms.

During the drive, Sophie was restless, clinging to Gordon like an octopus. Rick, watching from the driver's seat, couldn't help but suggest, "Sir, maybe I should take care of Ms. Sophie."

"It's alright," Gordon replied, gently covering Sophie with a blanket.

"Brother, I'm not feeling so good," Sophie murmured, her eyes half-closed.

Gordon leaned in, asking softly, "What's the matter?"

"I think I might throw up..."

patting her back gently. Rick, glancing in the rearview mirror, was ready

face fell, and he was about to pull over, but Gordon's calm voice cut in, "Keep

"But, sir..."

be fine once we're home," Gordon assured him, continuing

relax after that. Gordon settled her into the leather seat, tucking the blanket snugly around her.

your suit..."

peaceful sleeping face, a faint smile playing on his lips. She slept as fitfully as she used to when she was

Estate, Gordon shed his stained jacket and asked Rick to carry

cup of milk, and headed to Sophie's room.

the milk on the nightstand and tucked the blankets around her. Her cheeks were rosy from the alcohol, and her breathing was deep and steady. Gordon sat on the edge of the bed, leaving a couple of aspirin nearby in case she needed them when she

appeared at the door, speaking quietly, "Sir, the international

"Alright," Gordon replied.