“Alright,” Sophie muttered as she adjusted her pajamas to cover the bruises on her body. “Get a few people ready for me. I need to pay a visit to the Burke family.”


    “How many people do you need?” the maid asked.


    Sophie pondered for a moment. “The more, the better.”


    The maid quickly set off to arrange for the driver and gather some staff.


    By noon, Sophie was all set and on her way to the Burke family estate.


    Meanwhile, inside the Burke family residence, Nichole was deep in thought, trying to figure out how toe up with the ten billion dors she had boasted about in front of Sophie. She couldn’t afford to fall short now.


    Just as Nichole was lost in her thoughts, the front door of the Burke mansion was kicked open, and a group of people stormed in.


    Nichole, hearing the ruckus from upstairs, rushed down.


    On the first floor, Marian, startled by the noise, helped Bea out of the bedroom.


    They were greeted by the sight of Sophie, striding into the Burke mansion in a ck leather jacket and matching boots. Bea almost didn’t recognize her in such a wild, punk outfit.


    Sophie smiled faintly. “Bea, long time no see.”


    Bea’s eyes narrowed. “I thought it was someone else. So, it’s you! You’ve already divorced James, so what are you doing here? And bringing all these people? Do you think this is a public market?”


    With James not at home, Bea’s confidence was visibly shaken. The


    newspapers had reported that Sophie was now with Gordon, which made Bea


    wary.


    Sophie curled her lips into a smirk. “Bea, you wouldn’t have forgotten about hiring someone to kill me, would you?”Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    A flicker of guilt crossed Bea’s face. She had thought that issue was long


    buried and that Sophie wouldn’te seeking retribution. She didn’t <b>expect </b>Sna to be so ipetent, letting Sophie trace it back to her!


    Bea quickly regained herposure. “What nonsense! Hiring someone to kill you? The Burke family has always beenw–abiding. How could <i>we </i>possibly do such a thing?”


    “Is that so? Seems like you don’t know anything, Bea,” Sophie replied coolly.


    “Of course, I don’t know!” Bea insisted.


    “So, all of this was Sna’s doing?” Sophie pressed.


    “Naturally!” Bea didn’t hesitate to throw Sna under the bus.


    At that moment, two bodyguards from the Aldridge family dragged a battered Sna in front of Bea. Sna was covered in bruises, her face a mask of terror.


    “Sna, your aunt says this was all your idea. Is that true?” Sophie asked, feigning ignorance.


    When Sophie was with Odie, she had already pieced together Bea’s


    involvement. After returning to Devonport, she had secretly asked Gordon to find Sna. But before she could act, Odie had taken her away. Now that she was back, there was no way she was letting Bea off the hook.


    “Ms. Sophie! This has nothing to do with me! It was all my aunt’s doing! I wouldn’t dare to kill anyone. I was just following orders! Ms. Sophie, please, have mercy!” Sna sobbed, dropping to her knees and pleading for forgiveness.


    Gordon’s methods were notoriously brutal, and during her captivity, her husband had beaten her daily. Sna was at her breaking point.