Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
Chapter 829

Gordon watched the couple interact and subtly shifted his gaze, saying, "You should go. Medical services abroad are more advanced, and it will help with Sophie's rehab. As for Devonport, don't worry. After Sophie's recent incident, Odie won't be able to set up any business here for a while. Since he's been stirring things up overseas, he's probably already left Devonport without making it public." "Thank you," Colby took Sophie's hand, and they left the study.

Sophie, not used to seeing Colby so serious, asked, "Is the situation overseas that bad?"

"It's manageable."

"If it were just manageable, you wouldn't look so worried."

Hearing this, Colby stopped walking, and Sophie asked, "What would happen if we lost those overseas ventures?"

"I've spent years building our presence overseas to open doors for us. My parents' deaths are tied to our overseas operations."

"Are you saying... my aunt and uncle's deaths, and indirectly my parents', weren't because of the Mintons?"

"No, it's definitely related to the Mintons, but it was the work of the previous generation. It's going to be tough to investigate." Sophie squeezed Colby's hand tighter. "Then we should head overseas immediately."

"Alright."

Meanwhile, at Emerging News,

Angelo lounged in his office chair, legs propped on the desk, a newspaper covering his nearly perfect face.

"Sir..."

The secretary, eyeing Angelo inside the CEO's office, couldn't help but say, "Mr. Odie and the young miss flew back overseas yesterday. The head of the family said there's no need for you to stay in Devonport any longer. You should come back with us."

"Oh? Is it over?"

Angelo, as if just waking up, stood up and removed his black-framed glasses, revealing striking eyes and a beauty mark that added a seductive charm, a stark contrast to the goofy impression the glasses gave.

"I've grown fond of this place over the past few days."

Stretching, Angelo then swapped his glasses for a pair with gold rims from his drawer.

The secretary quickly helped Angelo into his jacket, mentioning, "Mr. Kiran, you missed the dinner hosted by the Pollard and Minton families. Mr. Odie was furious, and it might be difficult to explain to..." "What? You're going to explain for me?"

"I wouldn't dare."

"If you're not explaining for me, why are you so anxious? If the sky falls, there'll still be tall people to hold it up, right?"

Angelo measured the secretary's height, asking discontentedly, "How tall are you?"

"Six feet."

Hearing the answer, Angelo nodded in satisfaction, "Not taller than me."

After adjusting his suit, his bodyguards opened the office door, revealing dozens more bowing in unison, "Good day, Sir!"

Outside Emerging News, a private jet was parked on the roadside, causing pedestrians to make way.

Angelo, a smirk on his lips, walked out of the Emerging News building.

"Whose private jet is this! Don't they know they can't park here!"

A police officer rushed over.

Angelo nonchalantly stuffed a bundle of cash into the officer's hands, then boarded the jet with flair.

Pushing his glasses up, Angelo said, "Goodbye, Devonport. I'm heading home."