Reborn to Burn Them All novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

Chapter 122

“Sophia, stop spouting nonsense! Open your damn eyes and take a good look. This is Dr. Dawson!” One of the assistants was so infuriated by Sapeka constant accusations of fraud that he was ready to throw a punch.

Sophia glanced at the three of them, rolled her eyes, and ignored them. She sneered, “Yeah, whatever you say. Stop barking anyone listening might think you’re Zachary himself. And what’s so great about him anyway? He’s just a fucking loser.*

“You…” The assistant’s face turned beet red with rage, his words choking in his throat.

When it came to verbal sparring, Sophia had never backed down from a fight.

Zachary, knowing his assistant was no match for Sophia, intervened calmly, “Enough. We have patients waiting. Let’s not make a scene.

The assistant, infuriated, said, “Dr. Dawson, she’s clearly picking a fight. She even punched you yesterday. She should apologize,”

“Apologize?” Sophia scoffed. “To that fucking idiot? He doesn’t deserve shit from me.”

The assistant grew even angrier, but Zachary gently held him back. No matter how Sophia acted, he remained calm and courteous. Zachary said, “Ms. Chandler, I must take some responsibility for the misunderstanding yesterday. Let’s just let this matter pass, shall we?”

Sophia looked him up and down with feigned regret. “Seeing you dressed up like some respectable gentleman just makes me want to punch you again.

Zachary paused, instinctively taking a half–step back before steadying himself. Forcing a polite smile, he said, “Ms. Chandler, you do have a way with jokes.”

Sophia blinked mockingly. “Aren’t you supposed to be some hotshot psychiatrist? Then you should know damn well I’m not joking.”

Zachary adjusted his glasses. “Ms. Chandler, is there some misunderstanding between us?” He could sense Sophia’s hostility. It felt almost murderous, as if she wanted to kill him right then and there.

Sophia shot back, “There’s no misunderstanding. I just can’t stand the sight of you.”

“Sophia, you’re picking a fight!” The assistant couldn’t hold back his anger again. In his mind, Zachary was exceptionally popular. He was refined and cultured, always unfailingly polite, and his patience was simply unparalleled.

After working by Zachary’s side for so long, he’d never seen him lose his temper with anyone. He found Sophia extremely annoying.

Sophia raised a brow and sneered, “Well, you’re the ones who came begging for trouble, aren’t you?”

The assistant was speechless with rage.

Zachary glanced at his wristwatch, smiled and nodded at Sophia, then led his two assistants away.

Sophia sneered, “What a loser.” Narrowing her eyes at Zachary, she thought, ‘We’re not done yet, Zachary. We’ll see about that.‘

Once they were out of earshot, the assistant finally blurted out, “Dr. Dawson, that Sophia was seriously out of line.”

Zachary said gently, “Leave it alone.”

“But she-”

Zachary gave him a look, his eyes slightly lowered.

The assistant suddenly caught his breath, startled. Then he heard Zachary’s voice–gentle, yet carrying an unmistakable warning. “She’s

Don’t make trouble.”

y patient.

The assistant gulped nervously and thought to himself, ‘That must have been my imagination. How could Dr. Dawson possibly have such a terrifying

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gaze?!

Sophia answered Wilbur’s call, not the least bit surprised. With a hint of a smirk, she said, “Finally came to your senses?”

Wilbur removed his glasses and wiped his face, sounding weary. “If I choose to work with you, what exactly would I need to do?”

Sophia remained silent,

Wilbur, growing anxious, snapped, “Sophia, you never even thought about it, did you? You’re just messing with me.”

Sophia said, “Beg me.”

Wilbur asked, “What?”

Sophia said with deliberate provocation, “I said, beg me.”

Wilbur froze, remembering how decisively he’d rejected Sophia before and how she’d vowed to wait for the day he’d come crawling back, begging

Sophia’s voice dripped with lazy amusement. “Someone’s giving you trouble–wait, no, let me guess. They’re actually after the owner of WilLuna Café now, aren’t they?

“You and the café owner are childhood sweethearts who grew up together. Let’s be real–if it weren’t for her and her grandma back then, you and your mom would’ve been dead by now.

“You want revenge, so you cut ties with your sweetheart to protect her. And it seems you’re even planning to propose to her after settling your scores–if she’ll still have you, right?”

In the original storyline, Wilbur was enlightened by Yvette’s saintly halo of benevolence, gave up on revenge and left Jelasburg with Luna, returning to his hometown.

Wilbur’s fists trembled violently, his eyes blazing red. “Just how much do you fucking know?”

Sophía chuckled, “Look, if I could dig this up, so could anyone. You thought your plan was foolproof, but it’s riddled with holes.” Erasing one’s past

wasn’t that easy.

Wilbur remained silent for a long time. For all his talent and ability, to the wealthy, he was nothing but dirt.

“Bye,” Sophia said impatiently. Without another word, she promptly hung up.

Wilbur fell silent. He drew a deep breath, suppressing all his anger and resentment, then redialed.

Before Sophia could say a word, Wilbur cut in, his voice low and tense: “I’m begging you.”

Sophia snorted, grinning in satisfaction. “Well, looks like your thirst for revenge burns bright. Keep it up.”

Wilbur remained silent, his face dark with anger.

Sophia said, “WilLuna Café.”

About half an hour later, Sophia strolled in casually, a backpack slung over one shoulder. She wore a loose black T–shirt with bold QR code logos on the front and back, sunglasses on, and her hands stuffed in her pockets, looking completely laid–back.

As soon as Sophia walked in, she spotted four burly thugs lurking in the corner.

“Looks like someone’s here to stir up trouble,” Sophia said, plopping herself down at the counter with a lazy chin lift, her whole demeanor radiating ease.

Luna offered a gentle smile. “What can get you to drink?” she asked, her tone calm and welcoming.

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Sophia drummed her slender fingers on the counter and said, “Whatever. I’m waiting for someone.”

As Luna turned to grind the coffee beans, the four hulking men glared menacingly at her. Sophia watched them, but their eyes were locked on Luna, completely dismissing her presence as if she didn’t even exist.

Sophia turned, whipped out her phone, snapped a photo of the four men, and sent it to Jonathan. Then she called him when he didn’t answer, she kept calling relentlessly.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was already irritated when her call came through. Without thinking, he hung up immediately–only for her to keep calling relentlessly. Finally, he answered, his patience worn thin. “What the hell do you want now?”

Sophia clicked her tongue at his tone. “Watch your mouth, Jonathan.”

Jonathan was seething with rage and reaching to hang up the phone.

“If you dare hang up, I swear you’ll live to regret it.”

Jonathan rubbed his temples, speaking through gritted teeth. “Spit it out. What is it?”

Sophia said, “Did you look at the photo I sent you?” Jonathan stayed silent, so she continued sharply, “Because of your incompetence and constant excuses, Heather’s pissed. So now she’s taking matters into her own hands to get rid of Wilbur.

“This café is owned by Wilbur’s benefactor. Those four in the photo? Heather called them in. She’s threatening Wilbur to leave Chandler Group, or she’ll have them smash up the place.”

Jonathan’s fingers froze mid–motion at his temples. “Heather sent people to trash the café?”

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