Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
Chapter 125

Sophie watched Gordon's retreating figure for a while. His frame was slender, and for such a frail man to have borne the weight of the Aldridge family for years was indeed daunting. "Sir, we have brought her here." At that moment, a security guard dressed in black led a flamboyantly dressed woman over.

Sophie, thinking she was in for some entertainment, hid to the side pretending to sip her drink.

Upon seeing Gordon, the woman's face turned shy, her eyes filled with seduction.

Sophie remembered that this woman had just tried to get close to Harold downstairs, only to be pushed away by him.

"Mr. Gordon, did you call me up here for any instructions?" The woman's voice lowered, so sultry that it could make one's body melt.

Unable to resist, Sophie stole a few glances. The woman was nearly clinging to Gordon, who remained stoic with a faint smile on his face.

However, his smile was tinged with coldness.

"Ah! What are you doing? Let go! Let go of me!"

Suddenly, the woman's arms were pinned, and she was pushed to the floor, her face losing all its previous charm and turning into sheer terror.

"Tell the person behind you that if he thinks he can use a woman to extract information from the Aldridge family, he is sorely mistaken."

Gordon's voice was as if dipped in ice, devoid of any warmth. His faint smile was now distinctly sinister. He paused, then added with a smile, "Never mind, I'll let my people handle it." The woman, still struggling initially, turned pale the moment she heard his words.

With a mere gesture from Gordon, the security guard grabbed the woman's hair and threw her down from the second floor.

A scream followed, and Sophie's heart trembled. This was the second floor; falling wouldn't kill someone, but it would likely cripple her for life.

Gordon was indeed ruthless.

But then, Sophie thought, if Gordon didn't have such tactics, how could he maintain control over such a vast family empire?

It's no wonder people in these circles were terrified at the mention of him. He was truly an enigma.

"Ms. Sophie, have you watched enough?" Gordon wheeled around, his gaze meeting Sophie's full-on.

Sophie instinctively looked away. It was her uncontrollable curiosity that had led her to spy. She deserved to be caught.

"Mr. Gordon, that woman..."

"She was just an escort, a plaything of the upper class." Gordon spoke nonchalantly as if what he had just disposed of wasn't a person but a piece of trash. Continuing with a hint of amusement in his tone, he said, "I've heard Harold mention you a few times. It seems you and my younger brother are quite close." Sophie's heart skipped a beat, detecting no trace of amusement in Gordon's eyes.

Initially, her approach to Harold was motivated by his status and future position, but her little scheme didn't even fool Harold, let alone Gordon.

Sophie realized that Gordon's decision to deal with the flamboyant woman in her presence was clearly a warning.

Her heartbeat quickened, yet she managed to say calmly, "We are just classmates, not particularly close."

Gordon merely chuckled lightly and said, "It's rather windy here, Ms. Sophie. It would be best if you don't stay. Harold is also downstairs. You can chat with him."

Unable to decipher Gordon's intentions, Sophie knew one thing for sure-Gordon didn't want her near the balcony.

Naturally, she wouldn't challenge Gordon. She politely nodded and then went downstairs.

Once Sophie was downstairs, she spotted Harold alone near the staircase, nursing his drink. Seeing Sophie come down, he immediately set his glass aside and approached, asking, "Why did you go up there?"

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