Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 1157

Timothy and Sophie hopped into the car, one after the other.

Adler and Jenna stood at the door, worry etched on their faces, while Colby was already loading bullets into his pistol.

"Stop staring," Colby said nonchalantly. "It's showtime."

"Huh? Showtime for what?"

Adler was confused, but before he could piece it together, Colby tossed a set of clothes at him. "Suit up. We’re heading out."

"??"

Adler was baffled. What’s going on?

Meanwhile, Sophie’s car was already on its way to Burke International.

Timothy glanced over at Sophie. "Ms. Sophie, if this really is a setup, what’s the plan? Should I back you up or them?"

"Depends on the situation," Sophie replied, pulling out a document from her bag. Timothy caught a quick look—it was probably the share transfer agreement for Burke International.

"They're after this, so they shouldn’t try to kill me, right?" Sophie speculated.

"That's... hard to say."

"Oh?" Sophie mused. "In a tight spot, if I hand over the agreement, wouldn't they let me go?"

"Not necessarily."

"Why not?"

"Because your very existence, Ms. Sophie, is a threat to them. That guy, he doesn’t want you alive."

As Timothy finished speaking, the driver suddenly slammed on the brakes.

Then came a loud 'bang' as a bullet pierced the glass, shattering it and sending shards everywhere. The driver, struggling to keep control, shouted, "Ms. Sophie! The tire's been shot!"

Sophie, pinned by the man’s subordinate, spoke coldly, "You’ve got the agreement. Do you really need to kill me?"

The man replied icily, "Your existence is a threat. Killing you is a gain, not a loss."

"Sorry, Ms. Sophie, I didn’t think you’d be this naive."

Timothy slowly approached Sophie, took the gun from the man, and aimed it at her forehead. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, his movements slowed.

Sophie noticed Timothy’s lips moving, telling her to run.

In the next instant, Timothy spun around and aimed the gun at the man, pulling the trigger without hesitation.

'Bang—!'

A gunshot echoed, and the man was hit in the chest. But instead of blood, tomato sauce splattered everywhere.