Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1847

Early morning found Colby pedaling his bike to a breakfast café two miles away, all to fetch breakfast for Sophie. She had a soft spot for their croissants, so every morning, rain or shine, Colby made the trek.

Trailing behind him, trying to be inconspicuous, were Fiona and Alec. Colby, aware of his followers, adjusted the little mirror on his bike to catch a glimpse of them. He spotted their not-so-stealthy figures and couldn't help but grin. With a quick maneuver, he angled the mirror to reflect sunlight right into their eyes, and in a flash, he vanished around the corner.

"Where did Dad go?!" Fiona fumed, bewildered by his sudden disappearance.

Alec stayed quiet, calculating the angles and direction of that blinding light. "This way!" he said, pulling Fiona to the left.

"I've never seen a business tycoon who bikes to get breakfast every day," Fiona panted as they ran. "Maybe godfather exaggerated? Maybe Dad isn't as big a deal as the files suggest."

of cars and a swarm of bodyguards, right? But looking at her dad, Fiona felt they were just

handed it over

the bag, and headed back. By the time Fiona and

Estate, Sophie was enjoying her fresh croissants,

saying Fiona and Alec were following you?"

Colby replied, shaking his head. "They

can be as skilled as you. Our daughter's doing just fine," Sophie said, not aiming for their daughter to become extraordinary, just hoping

not always pushing her to train..." Sophie started, but Colby was already wiping a crumb from her mouth

that all over