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..."

rearview mirror, was ready to leap into action. He hoped she wouldn't make a mess, especially

true when Sophie vomited on Gordon's suit. Rick's face fell, and he was about to

"But, sir..."

fine once we're home," Gordon assured

Sophie seemed to relax after that. Gordon settled her into the leather

suit..."

watched Sophie's peaceful sleeping face, a faint smile playing on his lips. She slept as fitfully as

stained jacket and asked

calm. Gordon changed into fresh clothes, warmed a cup of milk, and headed to Sophie's room. Having lived with the Aldridge family for years, her room

placed 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

door, speaking quietly, "Sir, the international conference is

"Alright," Gordon replied.