Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Sophie wished she was wrong.

She stared at the document in her hands, sinking into silence. PureColor hadn't even hit the market yet-how could James have gotten his hands on it? Unless... he did too? Snapping the folder shut, Sophie's first instinct was to call the front desk of Burke International.

A professional voice answered on the other end, "Hello, this is Burke International."

Sophie hesitated, listening to the voice.

"Hello?"

The receptionist sounded puzzled.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Sophie finally spoke up, "...Is Mr. Burke available today?"

"I'm very sorry, but Mr. Burke's appointments are completely booked for the next few days. You can leave your name and number, and we'll get back to you within eight hours." "...No, that's alright."

Sophie hung up, her mind wandering back to what Elodie had mentioned before. If Elodie could come back to life, it meant she wasn't an isolated case. So, what about James? If James had come back too, their future was about to get a whole lot messier.

'Ding-ding-'

The office phone rang abruptly. Sophie picked up, hearing Angelo's frantic voice on the other end, "Sophie! Sophie, you need to come back! It's an emergency!" "What's going on?" Sophie's face instantly tensed up.

"A crowd just showed up outside! They're all demanding you hand over Gordon's private seal!"

Sophie's eyes darkened at the news.

Meanwhile, at Costello Corporation-

"Colby, even if you're the old man's grandson, you've been out of the family business for years. Grandpa's been running the show all this time. We didn't make a fuss while he was alive, but now that he's gone, it's time to properly decide who should take over."

Several senior board members, veterans who had built the empire with Colby's father, sat across from him, their tone arrogant.

Colby leaned back in his chair, asking, "So, what do you suggest?"

"The leadership of Costello

Corporation should go to someone capable. Colby, you've done well for yourself overseas, but this is Devonport. Devonport has its own way of doing things. When Lennon handed all his shares to you and named you president, we let it slide out of respect for him. But now, we want a fair election."

Johns glanced at the other shareholders, continuing, "Costello Corporation has been under your family's control for over a century. Maybe it's time for a change?"

"Exactly. Your overseas dealings weren't exactly clean, were they? Handing the company to you? We can't be at ease. You weren't raised here from a young age; you were brought in later. What if you do something that harms our interests?"

Adler, standing by Colby's side,

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couldn't hold back his anger. "Why do you think Colby was overseas for so many years? Don't act like you don't know! He's been hunting down the murderer who killed Uncle Xiao! How can you, Uncle Xiao's former subordinates, even dare to say such things?"