Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
Chapter 243

Sophie gave a slight smile. "Alright, I'll come with you."

Colt stepped aside to let Sophie pass, and as they were walking, Sophie paused mid-step and asked, "Has Nichole been in touch with you or James recently?"

Colt nodded. "Ms. Nichole did give me a few calls, but per Mr. Burke's instructions, I didn't respond."

"Okay, I got it."

A smile played on Sophie's lips. So, Nichole was still thinking James was her financial savior.

It made sense as she was pushed to the brink and James might be the only one who could save her now.

Colt thought Sophie might have misunderstood something and quickly explained, "Madam, Mr. Burke has truly decided to cut ties with Ms. Nichole this time. You might not be aware, but the reason Mr. Burke ostentatiously took Ms. Nichole to some galas recently was mainly to make you jealous."

"There's no need to explain. I understand it all."

Sophie responded with merely a light smile, which made Colt pause in surprise.

He had sensed that the lady had changed but couldn't pinpoint exactly how. Now, seeing her reaction, Colt realized that she had changed because Mr. Burke no longer held any significance in her heart. The night deepened, and Nichole, having escaped from a dinner party, sneaked her way into a narrow alley. The alley was deserted, but Nichole was fully disguised, covering herself up tightly.

Only when she reached the deepest part of the alley did Nichole gather the courage to take out a key and open the door.

"Who's there? Who is it?" A woman's shrill voice echoed from inside.

It was a shared housing complex, with each room only separated by a partition. The total area of each room was less than 50 square feet. At night, it was pitch dark, and even during the day, it was hard to see your hand in front of your face without a lamp.

Nichole slowly walked into the dark room.

Places like this, where the poor lived, only required a monthly rent of $50, and you couldn't replace a more dilapidated place in all of Devonport. Yet, even so, there were poor people desperately vying to rent here because living here meant they weren't sleeping on the streets with their families.

Feeling the footsteps outside, the woman inside knelt on the ground in fear, repeatedly bowing her head. "I really don't have any money. Please don't hit me!"

Nichole turned on the room's light. The woman, huddled in a corner in fear, looked up and finally saw Nichole's face.

Nichole was dressed in an expensive gown, her hair done up exquisitely, almost unrecognizable from her past self.

The woman's eyes lit up instantly. "Nichole! You're back! Please help me, I am your mom!"

Katy rushed toward Nichole in desperation.

Nichole pushed Katy away with a look of disgust. She had lived in this place before, and for her mother, for this home, she felt nothing but revulsion!