Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 942

Sophie and Colby had just dropped Sandy off at the Pollard family home. As soon as they arrived, Sandy spotted Angelo anxiously waiting at the door.

"Brother!"

Sandy rushed over. A spark of joy lighted up Angelo's face. He was about to hug her when he noticed Sophie and Colby standing behind her.

His smile froze, and his outstretched arms hung awkwardly in mid-air.

This wasn’t in the playbook! How was he supposed to react to seeing Colby and Sophie?

James! Where the heck are you when I need you?

Sandy, oblivious to Angelo's unease, threw herself into his arms, sobbing, "I thought I’d never see you again!"

With tears streaming down her face, Sandy looked up to see Angelo nervously eyeing Sophie and Colby. She asked, puzzled, "What's going on?"

Angelo snapped back to reality. Seeing his sister's tear-streaked face, he awkwardly shifted her to one side and, in a steady, deep voice, said, "Sandy, we have guests. Mind your manners."

Manners? Since when did she ever worry about manners at home?

"It seems Mr. Costello and Mrs. Costello saved Sandy. We owe you both a big thank you."

Angelo's palms were sweaty as he turned away, but Sophie just smiled and said, "Mr. Pollard, aren’t you going to ask about the bodyguard you sent?"

"Bodyguard?"

Angelo immediately thought of James. Damn, James and his masked persona – how did he end up as a bodyguard?

Who hires a bodyguard who wears a mask all the time?

Watching Sophie and Colby turn to leave, Angelo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

On the surface, he appeared composed, but inside, he was a mess. It seemed he needed to have a more detailed talk with James next time.

"What’s going on?" Sandy looked puzzled.

Angelo retorted, "You actually asked? Going out late at night because someone called for you? Do you want Dad to break your legs?"

"Dad wouldn't dare lay a hand on me." Sandy pouted, discontented. Angelo took a deep breath and asked, "What about the bodyguard I sent to rescue you?"

"How should I know! And speaking of which, what kind of bodyguard did you send? He didn’t care about me at all!"

The thought of the masked figure made Sandy's skin crawl.