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.

set Harold down and curiously picked up the bottle. "Wow,

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

uncle; he won't care," Fiona shot back, though she

that moment, she thought she heard Harold muttering something, so she leaned in to

"Slow what?"

baffled by her uncle's

to when he first joined the

man like Colby Colby had always been his role model. An overseas legend, it was hard not to see

from him. He always told himself that a man had to be

for training. The Costellos had a long-standing influence in the military,