Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1917

Twenty years back, he might've caught a glimpse of the legendary Colby in his prime. And maybe even caught a sight of his folks.

"Where did they live twenty years ago? Are they still in the same spot?" My curiosity was written all over my face.

Alec paused for a moment and then said, "My parents always said the old estates of the four big families never changed, so they're probably still there."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go check it out!"

"How do we get there? Do you even know the way?"

Alec's question was like a cold splash of reality.

Do I know the way? Not a chance.

Devonport, twenty years down the line, is all about skyscrapers and that sleek, futuristic feel. But the Devonport of today...

Sure, it's got its skyscrapers, but there's something different about it. Every road seems like it's been swapped out for a new one, except for a few old buildings we kind of remember.

"So, what's the plan? Should we just grab a cab? I mean, calling one should be easy these days, right?"

"And how exactly are you planning to call a cab?"

said we're dreaming, can't we just, y'know, steer the dream with

talking

"...Isn't that possible?"

shot, though it might be

tricky business, especially in this odd shared dream

stood there, trying to focus, but didn't budge an inch. Looks like dream control

dreaming idea and turned to Alec, "Let's just hoof

II

started walking down the road from

the city center helped. I didn't find our old homes, but

quite the big deal. Their sign was the largest in the city

as we got to the entrance, I

with my mom the longest and practically watched

and someone nearby

"Not a clue."

Ms. Sophie needs ready. These days, the company's in a tight spot. Tell everyone to stay sharp and not

"Will do, Tricia."

not recognize me hit hard. It finally clicked