Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1831

In the afternoon, Sophie was on edge, waiting for a text from Jenna. She clutched her phone like a lifeline, pacing up and down the second-floor hallway.

"Ms. Sophie, everything alright?" the housekeeper asked, glancing at her with a hint of curiosity. From earlier that day, Sophie had been restlessly circling the floor, worry written all over her face.

"Oh, nothing," Sophie shrugged it off with a little white lie. "Just stretching my legs."

The housekeeper nodded, suggesting, "If you're looking for a walk, the back garden's a nice spot. Mr. Gordon won't be home for dinner tonight, so feel free to eat whenever. If there's anything special you fancy, just let me know, and I'll have it made."

"My brother's not home tonight? Is he tied up with work?" Sophie questioned. Normally, her brother's team handled his business affairs, and it was unusual for him to skip dinner at home.

"I'm not sure, Miss. I'll let the kitchen know," the housekeeper replied, quickly shifting away from the topic. Sophie's curiosity only grew as the housekeeper left.

Something's definitely fishy here!

she overheard two maids chatting while preparing dinner. "I heard Mr. Gordon's meeting up with Emmalee tonight. They haven't caught up

thing for him back then? Did they ever

kitchen, straining

a girlfriend in college? How did

"Seems like Mr. Gordon and Emmalee are meeting at the Grand Hotel. I'm dying to know what their deal

The Grand Hotel...

pieced things together and shot

the Grand Hotel? My

instantly: "On it!

work obligations and zoomed over to pick up

into the car, she couldn't help but ask, "Jenna, how'd you get here so

half-hour from Dennis Group's office, but Jenna had

ran a couple of