Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 1261

"No way, I can't do this!"

Inside the Burke Estate, Angelo was running from Sophie.

Angelo ducked behind the bedroom sofa, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Sophie, I didn't even have the guts to do this when I was abroad. How do you expect me to pull it off in Devonport?"

"Do you want to save your sister or not?"

Sophie frowned deeply. "You don't have to say a word. I'll give you an earpiece!"

"Not the earpiece! We've tried that before! It's too easy to get busted!"

Angelo nearly let James's name slip but caught himself. "I—I need some mental prep!"

"There's no time for that! Who's going to give you mental prep?"

Sophie tossed a suit into Angelo's hands. "Change into this, and in ten minutes, jump out of the second-floor window."

"What?! Jump out a window?"

Sophie stepped closer. "Don’t you know we have spies in the house? If Timothy knows you're here, you have to make him believe you're Kiran who just arrived from overseas."

Hearing this, Angelo looked at the suit in his hands, thought about his kidnapped sister, and steeled himself. "Fine! I'll wear it!"

After Sophie left Angelo's room, Jenna approached her. "How did it go?"

Sophie nodded.

All the men in the house were out, leaving just the two of them in the entire Burke Estate.

Harold, now in control of the Mintons, wasn't afraid of Sophie and Jenna.

Sophie's vague answer didn't satisfy Timothy. "If Ms. Sophie doesn't mind, I'd like to accompany you to bring Ms. Sandy back."

"I don't recall mentioning Sandy's abduction, did I?"

Sophie glanced at Timothy, who immediately looked down like he'd slipped up. "I just noticed Ms. Sandy didn't come back with you, so I thought..."

Sophie gave Timothy a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "Mr. Gordon is seriously ill right now. It's best if you take good care of him at home. And Mr. Gordon and I would prefer if no one went near the second floor. After you finish your tasks, go to sleep. We might... come back very late."

"Understood."

Timothy silently retreated.

Just then, a man in a sleek suit slowly walked in. Angelo lifted his head, his gold-rimmed glasses catching the light, reflecting a cold gleam. His narrow eyes barely concealed a smile, one that carried a chilling edge.