Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1887

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Chapter 1887 It was a rare sight to see Colby and Griffin drunk, almost like spotting a unicorn. Even when they were knocked out, their bodies had this instinctive self-defense mode. Anyone bold enough to disturb them might get an unexpected and potentially dangerous reaction.

"Why don't we just let them be?" Alec suggested. "Worst case, they'll wake up with a few sore muscles." Alec didn't buy the idea that these tough old guys were so delicate that a night on the floor would do any real damage.

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"What was that?" Fiona jumped in, not waiting for Alec to finish as she reached out to steady Harold. As she did, a bottle silently slipped from Harold's pocket, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

Remarkably, the bottle didn't break, hinting it wasn't your average glass.

Fiona set Harold down and curiously picked up the bottle. "Wow, this stuff's tough. Didn't even chip." Intrigued, she twisted off the cap, and a unique scent hit her nostrils. Alec quickly swatted her hand away, frowning. "Don't mess with Mr. Aldridge's things." "He's my uncle; he won't care," Fiona shot back, though she dutifully screwed the cap back on.

At that moment, she thought she heard Harold muttering something, so she leaned in to catch his words. "Slow...?" "Slow what?" "No clue," Fiona shrugged, baffled by her uncle's cryptic words.

That night, maybe stirred by all the reminiscing, Harold's mind wandered back to when he first joined the military. He was young and a bit reckless back then.

The day Sophie gave him a watch, he suddenly told Gordon he wanted to enlist, He wanted to be a man like Colby Colby had always been his role model. An overseas legend, it was hard not to see him as an idol.

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He couldn't shake the image of James taking Sophie away from him. He always told himself that a man had to be strong enough to fight for the woman he loved. His brother surprisingly agreed.

The next day, he was all set to join the Costello family's regiment for training. The Costellos had a long-standing influence in the military, and their training was notoriously tough.

On day one, Harold shaved his head. Thanks to his physical prowess, he was ready for assignments after just six months in the regiment, cut off from the outside world, he had no clue what was happening beyond the barracks. Nor did he know how Sophie was doing.

When he finally got his hands on a phone, he found out Sophie had been kidnapped, tossed into the sea, and nearly lost her life. He wanted to break out of the regiment, but his six roommates had to pull him back. Military discipline was strict, and leaving during training was out of the question. For days, he was a bundle of nerves, ready to snap at anyone who got too close.

The next the got his phone, he saw the news that Sophie had moved away. Amid his relief, he realized sophie was starting fresh. Sadly... he couldn't be there with her.

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