Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 51

As he watched the smile slowly fade from Sophie's face, a sense of immense satisfaction surged through Harold.

But a moment later, Sophie laughed again, saying, "I didn't expect you to be so childish."

Harold frowned. "What did you say?"

"If you really had the guts to hurt me, would you secretly arrange a private meeting like this?"

Sophie gently pushed Harold away and wandered casually around the room.

"There are no cameras here, and it's noisy outside. No one will notice this small private room. You're afraid of our meeting being discovered by James or Gordon, so how could you dare to touch me here?"

Sophie sat on the sofa and nonchalantly bit into an apple.

She had been in situations like this before. The privacy level of these kinds of rooms was top-notch, usually reserved for big shots making deals. Not a whisper could escape.

Sophie watched Harold. "Harold, drop your childish threats. You can't intimidate me."

Compared to the last time Ryan had kidnapped her, this was minor.

Harold's expression faltered, darkening further due to Sophie's casual provocations. "Do you really think I wouldn't dare do anything to you?"

"I'm right here. Do what you want."

Sophie wore an expression of noble sacrifice. As long as she remained James’ wife, Harold wouldn't dare touch her, not even if he had a hundred times the courage.

As expected, Harold made no move after a while.

The heads of the Aldridge family had passed away early, and Gordon had taken charge of the entire family at seventeen. It had been ten years since then. A brother like a father—it was hard to say that Harold, who had always been protected by his brother, would be at odds with him.

Sophie remembered, in her past life, when Gordon had passed away, Harold had knelt in front of the mourning hall for seven days and nights. On the eighth day, when he emerged, he was a changed man. Afterwards, when Harold took over the Aldridge family, his methods were decisive and swift, shocking all of Devonport.

Clearly, the brothers shared a deep bond, though not widely known.

Perhaps Sophie had guessed his thoughts correctly, as Harold turned his head away and said, "Don't assume you understand me."

"I don't understand you. I was just guessing." Sophie stood up. "Alright, Harold, I've stayed long enough. Can I go now?"

"Stay right there." Harold frowned, clearly not intending to let Sophie leave so soon.

Sophie said, "You've made your threats, and had your revenge, what more do you want?"