Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 1501

Sophie stepped off the plane, and the evening sky in Devonport greeted her with a quiet embrace. Harold's car was parked just outside the nearly deserted airport, the late hour leaving only a handful of travelers trickling through.

Inside, Harold's silhouette was unmistakable. Sophie walked over, taking a couple of strides before tossing a package at his feet. Harold flicked away his cigarette and caught the package with ease.

"Look at you," Sophie teased, "picking up smoking now, huh?"

At this, Harold furrowed his brow slightly. "Sophie, we're the same age. You don't have to talk to me like you're my babysitter."

"Sorry, force of habit," she chuckled. "I still think of you as that fiery redhead who always had my back in school. It's only been a couple of years, and look at you, all grown up."

"Shen, Man," Harold reminded her, emphasizing his point.

Sophie sighed, "I'm really sorry, it just slips out... I don't mean to."

Truth was, she had a few more years of life experience on Harold. She often found herself slipping into a twenty-seven-year-old's lecturing tone.

Harold, carrying her package, asked, "Aren't you going to explain the news to us?"

"There's nothing to explain, just someone coming home, that's all."

"Is that really what I'm asking?" Harold opened the car door for Sophie, and she got in without a second thought.

Once Harold was in the car, Sophie admitted, "Yeah, the news is all true."

Harold paused, absorbing this. "You and a nightclub model... Sophie, are you out of your mind?"