Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1843

Odie thought Griffin was just shooting the breeze, not taking him seriously at all. But when the other groups started tearing into each other, Odie realized that despite being like brothers, the fight for survival would pit them against each other in a brutal competition.

Colby was something else—both sharp as a tack and strong as an ox, way beyond everyone else in their crew who were scraping by from the bottom of the barrel. Sometimes, Odie couldn't help but wonder where Colby really came from. He didn't fit the mold of a kid from the rough side of town. He was savvy, breezing through high society's manners and games like he was born to it, even outplaying the old hands.

In just half a year, Colby had already caught the eye of Mr. Elwood as his top pick for a successor. Fiona, wide-eyed with curiosity, leaned in and asked, "Odie, what happened after that? How did it all shake out?"

Odie exhaled a cloud of smoke, his face darkening. "What happened next? He turned on Griffin and me."

Fiona, now even more intrigued, pressed further, "How did he do it?"

memory. Even after twenty years, he couldn't let go of the betrayal. They had always seen each other as brothers, making the betrayal cut deep. If Colby had just been a rival, they

her cheeks flushed as

at the

booze? Come on, let's head home!" With that, Adler called out to

a quick toss, Adler sent the keys flying to Alec, who deftly caught them. Harold chimed in, "If everyone's had a bit too

breath, he was already hoisting Jenna

rooms ready. When everything was set, he teased Adler, "Think you still

replied, wobbling up the stairs with Jenna on his back. Alec glanced at

the day, but Griffin and Odie weren't spilling

Harold, whispering, "Uncle, do you know how amazing my dad