Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1887

It was a rare sight to see Colby and Griffin drunk, almost like spotting a unicorn. Even when they were knocked out, their bodies had this instinctive self-defense mode. Anyone bold enough to disturb them might get an unexpected and potentially dangerous reaction.

"Why don't we just let them be?" Alec suggested. "Worst case, they'll wake up with a few sore muscles."

Alec didn't buy the idea that these tough old guys were so delicate that a night on the floor would do any real damage.

"What was that?" Fiona jumped in, not waiting for Alec to finish as she reached out to steady Harold. As she did, a bottle silently slipped from Harold's pocket, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

Remarkably, the bottle didn't break, hinting it wasn't your average glass.

and curiously picked up the

off the cap, and a unique scent hit her nostrils. Alec quickly swatted her hand away, frowning. "Don't mess with Mr. Aldridge's

shot back, though she dutifully screwed

she thought she heard Harold muttering something,

"Slow what?"

clue," Fiona shrugged, baffled by her

the reminiscing, Harold's mind wandered back to when he first joined the

suddenly told Gordon he wanted to enlist, He wanted to be a man like Colby Colby had always been

shake the image of James taking Sophie away from him. He always told himself that a man had to be strong enough to fight

family's regiment for training. The Costellos had a long-standing influence in the military, and their training