Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 342

Reece immediately became alert and stared at the driver through the rearview mirror. The driver, keeping his eyes on the road, spoke in a low voice, “Ms. Sophie, please don’t worry. It’s just that our boss wishes to meet with you. There’s no ill intent.”

“Your boss?”

She didn’t know many people in Devonport. There weren’t many who could replace her driver and know of her whereabouts so precisely.

Just as Sophie was filled with doubts, Reece had already pulled out a pocket knife hidden in his sleeve.

Sophie immediately grabbed Reece’s hand.

Reece frowned, worry evident in his eyes.

Sophie shook her head.

The driver did not seem to have any malicious intent, and if someone had managed to replace her driver undetected, harming her would have been an effortless task. There was no need for such roundabout methods.

Whoever wanted to meet clearly had something important to say.

The long night stretched ahead, and so she decided to meet this mysterious man the driver spoke of.

Soon, the car stopped at a familiar place.

Upon seeing the words “Aldridge Mansion,” Sophie got it.

Gordon was the person who wanted to meet her!

“Where’s the knife?” Sophie’s sudden question left Reece startled.

Sophie’s expression was troubled. “I don’t want to see him.”

Although her interactions with Gordon hadn’t been fluent, Gordon was a man who smiled with a knife behind his back. He was merciless.

He was someone she could never see through.

It was just a meeting, and it wasn’t like she would lose a piece of flesh.

But then she remembered it was Gordon she was about to meet, and suddenly, this felt far worse than losing a piece of flesh.

Aldridge Mansion looked just as it did the last time she had visited.

Ever since the last time she had celebrated Harold’s birthday here, she hadn’t returned. She sometimes kept in touch with Harold over the phone. However, Harold had been quite elusive recently and often disappeared without a trace, which she hadn’t taken too much to heart.

Now thinking of Harold, Sophie, following the butler behind, asked, “Where’s Harold? Why isn’t he at home?”

“He went abroad a few months ago and hasn’t returned yet.”

“Abroad?”

Sophie was taken aback. She had no idea.