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?"

dreaming, can't we just,

you talking

"...Isn't that possible?"

though it

especially in

to focus, but didn't budge an inch. Looks like dream control isn't

finally threw in the towel on the lucid dreaming idea and

II

the road from our

our old homes, but I did spot

in the day, S Corporation was quite the big deal. Their sign was the

I saw Uncle John. Without

longest and practically watched

up, adjusted his glasses, and someone nearby asked, "Tricia,

"Not a clue."

needs ready. These days, the company's in a tight spot. Tell everyone to

"Will do, Tricia."

hit hard. It finally clicked that no