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Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Chapter 952
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Angelo chuckled awkwardly, saying, "Mrs. Costello, you're just kidding around, right?" "Still, Mr. Bradford, you seem a bit different from the last twe met," Sophie said with a smile. "Remember when I bought you out for 50 million? Quite the hefty sum, wasn't it?" Angelo replied, "Just 50 million? If I have to, I'll pay you back. I'll buy my own freedom!" Sophie's tone turned serious. "That's not how it works. You've got to honor your agreements. Since you promised, you can't just walk away from being the boss. A man of your stature, Mr. Bradford, wouldn't go back on his word, right?" Recalling James's instructions from his tabroad, Angelo could only pretend to be extremely reluctant. "To be honest, I've been under the Pollard family's thumb for too long. I just cto Devonport to get sair, nothing more." "Quite a coincidence, Mr. Bradford. You show up in Devonport, and here we are, meeting again." Sophie didn't buy into coincidences that easily. Sticking to the script James had given him, Angelo said with a straight face, "It's too much of a coincidence. You didn't clooking foron purpose, did you, Mrs. Costello?" Hearing Angelo's words, Sophie couldn't help but think of Gordon. He had tipped her off about this arcade, hinting that something fishy was going on.

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Could it have been Gordon who set this up, making sure she ran into Angelo here? Seeing Sophie direct her suspicion elsewhere, Angelo quickly said, "Do you know something unusual about this arcade too?" Pointing to a tag on a nearby claw machine, Angelo highlighted that it was clearly labeled as being made in Summerfield by the Minto Corporation.

Meanwhile- In Summerfield, at the Minto headquarters...

"Please, boss, spare me!" Several men were harshly pinned to the ground.

Odie sat high up, a cold glint in his eyes, his tone dripping with cruelty. "I'll ask again, who did it?" "I'll talk! I'll talk!" One of the men crawled forward, pleading, "It was a private buyer. We didn't who it was, but he had a contract from the Mintos! He requested the latest machines, and we followed the contract to the letter. The contract was verified as legit! Boss, I'm telling the truth!" Odie asked calmly, "The buyer's contact info and the delivery location." "No contact info! But they specifically asked us to deliver the machines to the Devonport docks!" "Is my signature on the contract?" "No... it's not." "So you signed it yourself?" "I wouldn't dare! I swear!" Looking at the underling kneeling on the ground, Jonah stepped forward and asked, "Boss, should we kill him?" "Chop off his hand." Hearing this, the underling broke into a cold sweat.

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Odie stood up, grabbed a hammer nearby, and smashed it down hard on a machine.

Shaking off the pain in his hand,

Odie coldly glanced at the other m machines and ordered Smash e

them all! Send this batch of om machines and his severed hand to ΝΟ the Devonport docks!" "Yes, boss."

Odie walked outside, annoyed by the wailing sounds inside. He adjusted his tie in irritation. Jonah followed closely, saying, "Boss, it looks like someone is targeting S Corporation in Devonport. This could be a golden opportunity for us." X CKK-SBCr/GS2P