Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 1652

Although Wesley was older, his face bore no fine lines, marking him as a mature and composed middle-aged man.

"Where is Jenna?" Adler demanded, unwilling to waste another second in Wesley's presence. Every moment lost meant Jenna was in more danger.

Wesley took a seat, the grandeur of the cathedral around them making it feel as if he were perched high above, necessitating Adler to look up to meet his gaze.

Wesley spoke slowly, "The girl is in my grasp. If you wish to save her, you must trade something of equal value."

"What did you say?"

Adler laughed incredulously, "Trade? Jenna is not an object. You've kidnapped her; that's a crime! Besides, she's your future daughter-in-law. Why would you do this?"

"Jenna belongs to a distant branch of the Costello family. Of all the people, why her? The Costellos are cold-hearted, not a single good one among them."

Wesley's voice was cold, "If you weren't my son, she would have been dead already."

"Hand Jenna over to me!"

Adler, holding a military saber, advanced towards Wesley, but the next second, a gunshot halted his steps.

From a corner, Reece emerged, gun in hand, with the bullet striking just inches from Adler's feet. In such dim light, only a marksman could achieve such precision.

"See, how rash you are. Do you even resemble my son in the slightest?"

Wesley's face was expressionless as he turned to Reece, saying, "Reece is far more competent, brilliant, and much more like me."

"What?"