Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1897

In the early hours of the morning, Harold woke up with a splitting headache. Last night's drinking had definitely gone overboard. As he got older, he realized he couldn't handle booze like he could in his younger days.

Finding himself still at the dining table, he glanced around at his friends sprawled out in all sorts of awkward positions, still lost to the world. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the sight.

A waiter came in and offered, "Mr. Aldridge, we've got guest rooms ready if you'd like to use them..."

Harold waved him off with a grin, "Nah, let them crash on the floor. They're not bothered by a little cold." A bit more shut-eye wouldn't hurt 'em.

As he got to his feet, a nagging feeling hit him-something was missing from his pocket. His brow furrowed as he reached in and confirmed what he feared: the

vial was gone.

"If there's nothing else, Mr. Aldridge, I'll head out," the waiter said, ready to leave.

second,"

something else you need,

those two

asked, confused. "You mean the young master and miss? They took off

the one who snatched the vial. Alec wasn't the type for such

they left last night, then by

dining hall and made a beeline for Aldridge Estate. Knowing Fiona, she'd be the first to test out

Harold floored the gas pedal. As he pulled up to the

brings you back so soon?" one of them asked, noting the barely

chit-chat. Where are Fiona and

rooms after getting back last

Harold was already taking the stairs two at a time. She watched him go,

gotten into