Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 172

Gordon must have figured something out.

"Let's go upstairs, Sophie."

"Going to sleep already? My place has lots of spots for leisure and fun. How about I show you around?" Harold was still speaking when Gordon cut him off.

"Harold, let's not disturb our guests' rest. It's time to head back."

Although Harold seemed like he wanted to say more, he couldn't argue when his brother spoke up. He fell silent.

Jenna led Sophie into their guest room. The Aldridge family had prepared two rooms for them, but ever since they had gotten to know each other, they had always shared one bed.

Sophie looked around the room, feeling an odd sense of familiarity, as if she had lived there before.

"Tomorrow is Harold's birthday, Sophie. What's your plan?" Jenna asked.

"We'll have the usual birthday celebration, but I need to convince Harold to join me at the masquerade ball."

Lately, James had been suspecting her connection with S Corporation. This birthday celebration would certainly help her.

The next day, Sophie got up early. As she descended from the third floor, she saw people in suits bustling about the first floor.

She had heard that being the head of the Aldridge family was tough, but she hadn't realized it was an everyday occurrence.

Was Gordon always this busy?

"Sophie!"

From a distance, Harold, dressed in sportswear and just back from his morning run, approached. His red hair was particularly striking, and Sophie spotted him from afar.

"You are up so early. Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet." Sophie gestured towards the people continuously entering and exiting the second-floor study. "Is it always like this here in the mornings?"

Meanwhile, Sophie and James' new home was tended by only Hannah.

The Aldridge family seemed to live in a palace by comparison.

"Eat up, see if it suits your taste," Harold encouraged.

Sophie looked at the table filled with breakfast items and said. "Shouldn't we wait for Mr. Gordon before we start?" she inquired.

"No strict rules here, dig in." Harold said, passing some delicious-looking dishes to Sophie. "Try these, and if they don't suit your taste, I'll have them make something else."

Staring at the almost overflowing plate, Sophie was astonished. Even the kings in the past didn’t have such lavish breakfasts.

"Harold, you might scare Ms. Sophie," Gordon's voice intervened.

Feeling the gaze from beside her, Sophie stiffened.