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Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Chapter 1552
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Chapter 1552

Sandy felt a pang in her heart as she took in the scene before her. If it weren't for her, those servants might still

be alive.

"Miss Sandy," Kena said, "I've arranged for a car outside. Follow the driver, and you'll find your brother." She

added sternly, "Whatever you do, don't let your brother know I helped you. It could cause trouble for Ms. Sophie

and me." Sandy, eager not to cause any issues for Sophie, nodded quickly in agreement. Outside, the driver was

already waiting for her.

Once Sandy was out of sight, Kena's worried expression vanished, replaced by a look of stoic calm. She strolled

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back into the chaos of the Gibbs mansion. The overpowering scent of blood didn't seem to bother her in the

slightest. She even poured herself a glass of red wine and relaxed on the sofa.

After a moment, Kena stood up, glass in hand, and walked to a vintage record player. She slipped on a graceful

record and started to hum along, waltzing elegantly as if cradling an invisible partner, thoroughly immersed in

the dance.

Meanwhile, cloaked figures emerged from the basement, tidying up the blood and bodies. Kena didn't stop her

dance until the music ended, by which tthe room was spotless. All the bodies were discreetly moved to the

basement, a place shrouded in secrets. Late at night, Kiran stood outside the Pearl Hotel, smoking. He took a

long drag, then flicked the half-burnt cigarette to the ground. He was alone, until Sandy hopped out of a car

nearby and dashed toward him.

Only then did Kiran's expression soften.

"Hey, bro!" Sandy called out, rushing to his side.

She wrapped her arms around him in a big hug and caught a whiff of the sheavy, lingering scent of blood

she'd encountered at the Gibbs mansion earlier.

Sandy had expected Kiran to be furious, to demand where she'd

been the past two days. But ho

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ask. Instead, with the usual calm, he said, "Let's head home."

Sandy didn't dare refuse and climbed into the car with Kiran. He seemed off today, unusually quiet.

Normally, Kiran would have been cracking jokes or teasing her. But today, nothing.

Kiran drove with his eyes fixed on the road, lost in thought, replaying the scene at the Pearl Hotel. The Pollard

family had stood solemnly in the hotel lobby, uttering a simple farewell before ending their lives.

"Bro, what's up? Are you mad because | took off?" Sandy asked gently.

Kiran snapped back to the present, a faint smile tugging at his lips. While driving he reached over and ruffled

Sandy's hair. "It's not about you running off. It's something else," he said.

"Did you really... you know, kill a lot of people today?" Sandy ventured hesitantly.