Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 1717

Sophie stepped out of her apartment, her phone buzzing incessantly with calls from Jenna. There were also calls from Adler and Harold, but most were from Colby. Sophie thought about calling Colby back, but Jenna's call popped up again.

"What's wrong?" Sophie asked, picking up.

"Sophie, get to the hospital, quick! Mr. Gordon's had an accident!"

Sophie's heart stopped for a moment. Her instincts kicked in, and she was racing to her car before she even realized it, the call ending abruptly as she sped towards the city hospital. The night wind howled around her, and the lingering scent of her perfume intensified her headache. She took a few wrong turns, traffic lights appearing as blurs in her vision.

But hesitation wasn't an option. She pressed the accelerator harder. Only one thought blazed in her mind: Gordon couldn’t be hurt. She had so many questions for him. So many puzzles left unsolved.

She remembered their first meeting clearly, Gordon's polite but distant gaze etched in her memory. Why had he helped her—from getting M Corporation off the ground to giving her the Aldridge family crest? Was it just because she was a useful ally?

No. It didn’t add up. Gordon had always given more. She had always been the one reaping the benefits.

The more anxious she grew, the more frantic her driving became. Suddenly, a car zoomed by, and as she turned the corner, it was too late to stop—her car plunged straight into the lake by Devonport Bridge.