Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 907

What?!

My ex-husband's family wants to hire a hitman to kill me?

What kind of juicy gossip is this?

Angelo suppressed the nervous flutter in his chest and asked with all the seriousness he could muster, "Sophie? Isn't she the former Mrs. Burke of the Burke family?"

"Yes, but that woman has wreaked havoc on our family. I can't let her keep bewitching my grandson and put our entire family at risk!" Bea's voice was rising with emotion.

Worried Bea might actually have a meltdown, Angelo quickly said, "Bea, please calm down. Getting rid of Colby's wife is easier said than done."

"I know, I know. Colby has been a thorn in our side, even kidnapping young Sandy and taking her overseas. There's no love lost between our families. Taking out Sophie would at least give us some satisfaction."

Damn old bat, she makes it sound like a walk in the park!

Who keeps spreading these ridiculous rumors about the Pollards having a deep-seated feud with Colby?

The media seriously needs a cleanup!

Angelo maintained his calm facade, "This will need careful planning, but we can commit to looking for Mr. Burke."

"That's good. I just worry about when we'll actually find my grandson," Bea fretted. "He hasn't been at Burke International lately, and who knows what chaos the company is in. What are we going to do..."

This old lady! Spewing nonsense again.

What does she think James is dealing with online every day if not work? It's not like he's twiddling his thumbs!

Once Bea was gone, Angelo quietly slipped out of the study and quickly headed back to his room.

Inside the bedroom, James ended his call with Angelo.

Angelo, practically bouncing with his phone, asked, "How was that? Not bad, right? Did I nail it?"

"Not bad," James replied. "You really brushed her off well."

"All for the sake of getting that witch—err, your grandmother—to leave sooner. I've dumped this mess on my dad, and tonight, it's his problem. I think he'll need to be pretty crafty."

Angelo continued, "James, mark my words, within seven days, once your grandma realizes she’s getting nowhere with my dad, she'll pack up and leave!"