Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

James shot Angelo a quick glance and simply said, "Just don't overdo it."

Hearing this, Angelo perked up as if he'd been given a free pass. "Alright, I'll just have a quick chat with that old witch..."

Before he could finish, James gave him another look. Angelo quickly corrected himself, "Mrs. Bea Burke I mean."

James looked away, and Angelo started to tidy up in front of the mirror. He took a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket, ensuring he looked his best, then adjusted the hair at his temples. Angelo wiped the mischievous grin off his face and said seriously, "Viona, to the study."

"Yes, sir!"

Viona led Angelo out.

In the study, Angelo sat at the desk, trying out different poses before settling into a relaxed one. Outside, Viona announced, "Sir, Mrs. Bea Burke has arrived."

"Alright," Angelo said indifferently. "Let her in."

Viona opened the door, and Bea walked in wearing a white dress, her every movement exuding the grace of an old-world socialite. Angelo looked her up and down - not bad at all. For her age, she had remarkably few wrinkles.

It seemed his dad had good taste back in the day. But... she didn't look anything like his mom. How had those ridiculous rumors started that his mom was a stand-in for this old lady? The media really needed a shake-up.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Aren't you going to offer me a seat?" Bea's voice snapped Angelo back to reality.

"Please, sit. Viona, get Bea another cup of tea."

"Yes, sir."

As Viona prepared the tea, Angelo said, "My father and I are usually swamped with business, so please excuse us if we've been neglectful."

"I don't mind, but you two are indeed

too busy, hardly ever around," Bea

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replied, her tone tinged with resentment. She sat on the sofa, sipped her tea, and continued, "It's my first time leaving Devonport, I didn't mean to trouble you, but I've run into some difficulties. Your father and I go way back and considering the Pollard family's vast influence abroad, I hoped you could help me out."

"Oh? What kind of help do you need?"

"I'll get straight to the point. Your father and I were close in our youth, and you being his son, I think

Kidn't be too much to callelget

Kiran, would it?"

Angelo kept his smile, "Of course, not too much."

"Kiran, my trip abroad isn't just to find my grandson. I also need your help dealing with someone."

Angelo almost choked on his tea.

Dealing with someone? What kind of crime dramas had this old lady been watching back in Devonport? What did the Pollard family have todo with this?

Despite his thoughts, Angelo remained calm and asked, "May I know who you want to deal with, Bea?"

"It's Colby's wife, Sophie."

Hearing the name 'Sophie,' Angelo's heart skipped a beat.