Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Adler was right, she did indeed intend to get closer to Harold.

Though everyone knew Gordon was a formidable figure, they were unaware that his younger brother Harold was even more untouchable. If she could befriend Harold early on, her future would be much smoother

However, Harold’s personality was different from most; overt flattery and trying to please him could actually lead to his distaste.

At his core, Harold was very much like James. In her past life, her efforts to please James had turned him against her so completely that he couldn’t even stand to look at her before she died.

But once she started ignoring them, they would incessantly follow her.

Sophie deliberately avoided the main entrance of Liberty Hall and did not meet Harold.

As evening approached, Sophie woke up feeling groggy, only to realize it had started raining heavily outside. She had always been frail, and rainy days often brought on a fever.

Sophie was about to go out and buy some medicine, but then she noticed a white sticky note on the bedside table that mentioned there was everyday medicine in the drawer.

Opening the drawer she indeed found it stocked with cold, fever, and pain relief medication.

Was this also Colby’s doing?

Just then, Sophie’s phone rang. It was James calling.

Sophie answered, and James‘ voice came through cold and angry, “Where did you go?”

“I started college today and moved out.”

“Who allowed you to move out?” James‘ tone was a mix of ice and fury.

Feeling extremely unwell already. Sophie didn’t want to argue with James and hung up the phone the next second.

After taking her medicine, Sophie fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning. Sophie still felt a severe headache, and the drizzle outside hadn’t stopped, but it was the first day, and she d to be late.

As she reached the entrance of Liberty Hall, the damp air almost suffocated her, making her head spin even more.

Suddenly, strong hands gripped her and pushed her against the wall of Liberty Hall’s main gate.

Sophie, dazed, looked up to see Harold staring down at her coldly, his tone unfriendly, “Where were you yesterday?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb. I asked you to wait for me downstairs at Liberty Hall. Where were you?”

“Harold, I don’t recall agreeing to wait for you.” Sophie was feeling dizzy, barely holding on to her consciousness.

Harold was relentless, ‘No one dares to play me like this, Sophie. I’m gonna…

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As Harold raised his fist to perhaps scare her, Sophie’s eyes rolled back and she fainted into his arms. Harold froze, momentarily unsure what to do, “Hey! Sophie? Don’t pull this stunt on me!”

He shook her lightly, feeling her body incredibly soft, as if it would melt with a touch.

Seeing no response from her, Harold touched Sophie’s burning forehead.

He paused. She had a fever?

Realizing what was happening. Harold immediately scooped her into his arms. But before he could take a step forward, a hand clamped down on his shoulder.

“Put her down.” The voice behind him was chillingly cold.

Harold frowned and turned to see James holding an umbrella, his presence undeniably commanding.

“James?” Harold scoffed, “And why should I put her down?”