Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1872

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Meanwhile

William was pacing around, anxiously waiting for his phone to buzz. He couldn't quite wrap his head around it. What was going on? The call should've come through by now. Why was there nothing? He was pretty sure his product would've wowed Kiran. Finally, he decided to take matters into his own hands and dialed Kiran himself.

"Hello, this is Dr. William."

"Hey there! Wait a sec... you're not Kiran, are you?" William started off upbeat, but quickly realized he wasn't speaking to Kiran.

"That's right, Dr. William. I'm Mr. Angelo's assistant."

"And where's Mr. Angelo?"

in a meeting at the moment and doesn't have

just blowing him off. "Okay, but has Mr.

dissociative identity disorder! The last part, William

"Mr. Angelo wanted me to let you know his condition was resolved 20 years ago, so you don't need

20 years ago? How

Kiran gone

to tell you there's a package waiting for you at home." "A package?

Kiran wouldn't send him a care package or anything. After

get home." The call ended with no more

up with that? But eager to find out, he rushed back to

soon as he got home, he saw a courier envelope sitting by his door. His gut was screaming at him. Opening it, he found —just as he feared — a

Meanwhile―

Colby got a call from William, who was bawling his eyes out: "I was just trying to help, why do this