Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 1705

"Me?" Sophie pointed to herself, glancing around to find no one else nearby. Clearly, the man in front of her was talking to her.

"Why are you at my house?"

"My house?" Sophie's brain was still catching up when Colby took a step closer. It was a bold move, and his cold, unyielding expression made him seem pretty intimidating.

Instinctively, Sophie stepped back. But Colby wasn't about to let her off the hook that easily and took another step toward her.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!" Sophie felt trapped, her heels pressed against the fountain's stone steps. One more step from him, and she'd be taking an unplanned dip in the fountain.

Don't even ask why she didn't just sidestep; her legs felt like jelly.

Colby seemed to ignore her protests, continuing his leisurely approach.

Perched awkwardly on the steps, Sophie pointed at him, "You, you! I said don’t... Ah!"

Splash.

The sound of water caught everyone's attention inside the ballroom, and they all turned to the windows to see what was happening.

The fountain erupted with a splash that sent water everywhere.

Sophie found herself in the fountain, her makeup and hair a soggy mess. Her face darkened with frustration.

"Sophie!" Harold rushed over from the backyard at the sound of the splash, finding Sophie looking like a drowned rat in the fountain.

Colby, meanwhile, stepped forward and offered Sophie a hand.