Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 178

At Harold's birthday party, the guest list was crammed with the scions of wealthy families, all of whom had their eyes fixed on Sophie.

"Isn't that James' new bride? So Harold has been waiting for her."

"I heard James and she are on the rocks, he's got a mistress, and they're likely heading for divorce."

"Could it be that Mr. Harold has taken a fancy to her? What is Harold thinking?"

Murmurs rippled quietly throughout the room.

Harold, spotting Sophie, was delighted and seemed oblivious to the whispers. He quickly ascended the stairs and gallantly offered his hand to her. "My lady, if you please."

Sophie chuckle at Harold's childish gesture. As she reached out her hand, the grand doors of the Aldridge estate burst open, and a row of men in black suits entered, forming two lines. Colt strode through them towards the gathering.

Harold turned around, his brow furrowing at the sight. "Who let you in?" He stepped in front of Sophie, shielding her.

The guests fell silent, recognizing Colt, the notorious right-hand man of James. This was sure to stir up drama.

"My apologies, Mr. Harold, but Mr. Burke has sent me to bring his wife home," Colt stated, looking towards Sophie. "Ma'am, Mr. Burke is quite concerned about you. Please, come with us."

"And if I refuse?"

After a moment of silence, Colt replied, "That would be unfortunate."

"Shh." Sophie lowered her voice. "I can handle it. Let's keep today festive and avoid any strife."

She always avoided causing trouble for others. At the last Aldridge jewelry gala, the Aldridge family had already clashed with James over her. She couldn't burden them again.

Harold pursed his lips, clearly unhappy. Since Sophie had made up her mind, he led her to cut the cake.

After the cake was served, Sophie presented Harold with a gift she'd prepared in advance. "Happy birthday, Harold. I wish you a life filled with joy and laughter every day."

Harold stared at the gift Sophie had prepared, his words caught in his throat.

Colt interjected, "Ma'am, shall we go now?"