Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 163

Adler said nonchalantly, “This badge isn't worth much, just give it to them.”

Sophie smiled slightly, “This badge is actually quite useful.”

She continued, holding up a finger, “Add this - spread the word that Blake will also be there, to share in the ultimate joy of the masquerade ball with everyone.”

Adler looked confused, but Colby next to him had already grasped Sophie’s intention.

Sophie, intrigued, toyed with the badge in her hand. Over the past few months, she had made the name Blake resonate loudly, filled with a sense of mystery.

It was all for this day.

On the evening of the Burke International gala, James surveyed the room full of people, but his expression showed no hint of happiness.

Colt said beside him, “Mr. Burke, I’ve had people check, and all the big names from various corporations are here, except the uninvited S Corporation.”

“Hmm.” James seemed uninterested in the current situation.

Colt, puzzled, asked, “Mr. Burke, do you have any concerns?”

After a pause, James asked, “No news from S Corporation at all?”

Colt shook his head, “Haven’t heard anything. They probably know they’ve offended us and dare not make a move.”

James frowned. He couldn’t believe that the person behind S Corporation would do nothing.

His countermove today was known by everyone as asserting Devonport’s sovereignty. S Corporation would become the laughingstock of the circle, never to be mentioned in the same breath as Burke International again. Then, everything S Corporation had done before would have been in vain.

Nichole quickly approached him, somewhat shyly, “James, did I arrive too late?”

“Where did you get this dress?” Instead of a gentle voice, what came was an interrogation.

Nichole was taken aback, “Didn’t you have Colt send it over?”

James glanced coldly at Colt, who quickly said, “Mr. Burke, I didn’t.”

Colt had indeed given the dress to the doorman, specifically instructing it to be given to James’ wife.

“James, what do you mean by that? Isn’t this dress prepared for me?” Tears welled up in Nichole’s eyes, making her look all the more pitiful.

James, observing Nichole’s red lips and heavily made-up face, unconsciously pictured Sophie. He averted his gaze, and unlike usual, he didn’t comfort her, “You don’t suit this look. Go change the dress.”