Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 64

James suddenly spoke up, startling even himself. Why did he ask to pull over the car?

Colt had already pulled the car over to the side of the road. "Mr. Burke, are we picking up Ms. Sophie along the way?" he asked.

James remained silent.

"Shall I call Ms. Sophie for you?" Colt ventured another question.

James looked up, his gaze cold in the rearview mirror, prompting Colt to promptly shut his mouth.

At the entrance of Eastwood College, Tina was the first to spot James’ luxury car. She tugged at Nichole's sleeve excitedly. "Look, isn't that your boyfriend's car? Did he come to pick you up?"

From a distance, Nichole immediately recognized the license plate. Blushing at Tina's words, she nodded.

Krystal, slightly envious, chimed in, "Ah, your boyfriend's here to pick you up. Go get him. You owe us a treat next time."

"Stop it, I need to go," Nichole said, her happiness evident as she hurried over to the car. It had been a long while since James had come to pick her up.

Nichole tapped on the car window, and Colt rolled it down. Spotting Nichole, a fleeting look of disappointment crossed James’ face.

"Mr. Burke, what brings you here? Did you come specifically for me?" Nichole asked, hope lighting up her features.

"Get in the car," James said flatly.

Once Nichole was inside, she noticed James wasn't in the best of moods, but she chalked it up to just a bad day for him.

"Let's go," James instructed.

Silence filled the car, but Nichole was used to his quiet demeanor. It was unusual for James to come for her without informing her in advance, though.

The private room was located at the very back. James was the last to arrive. As he entered, the others stood up, heaping praises upon him. Nichole, standing by his side, straightened her back, enjoying the attention.

"Their pecan-crusted trout is a must-try."

"The braised pork belly isn't bad either. And that crab is to die for."

Adler's voice echoed from the other end of the private room corridor, causing James, who was about to sit down, to pause momentarily.

But the door had already closed, muffling any response from the inside.

"Mr. Burke?" Nichole whispered beside him.

Then, James’ expression smoothed over, and he took his seat with composure. He was probably overthinking things. Sophie couldn’t possibly be here.