Reborn to Burn Them All novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Heather, who’d been gloating seconds ago, froze.

Yvette’s brow knitted, thinking Sophia lost her mind.

Jonathan’s face darkened, fury snapping, “You ungrateful brat!” he barked. “What’s this nonsense?” The veins in his temples throbbed. He’d strangle Sophia if she weren’t his daughter.

Sophia blinked innocently. “If a CEO doesn’t know taxes, isn’t evasion kinda… expected?” She shrugged. “Just speculating. Why so touchy? Guilty conscience?”

Jonathan’s face turned purple. The room spun. He almost blacked out.

The female officer stepped in. “Ms. Chandler, relax. Just routine questions. We’ll clear this up.”

Sophia nodded at the officer–a knockout in uniform.

The officer eyed her outfit–a plain white tee with a school logo on the chest, black sweatpants, and a bulky canvas backpack. She hesitated, “You’re… eighteen?”

Sophia hesitated, glanced at her uniform, and then nodded. “Turned it two weeks ago.” She handed over her driver’s license.

The officer glanced at it and then handed it back.

Two officers picked her up in a plain black sedan, not a squad car. Before climbing in, Sophia waved at the house, grinning. “Bye, Jonathan, Heather. Don’t worry I’ll be back soon.”

Jonathan’s face darkened further. He gritted his teeth as the car pulled away, a bad feeling gnawing at him.

Heather rolled her eyes. “As if I’d miss you. Stay gone.”

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2:51 am

Chapter 7

Howard hid a smirk. Sophia, when riled, didn’t care who she hurt–even family.

Yvette scrunched up her face, her hands balling into fists subconsciously as she thought. Yesterday, Sophia was a total nobody. But now she was like a whole new person.

Yvette couldn’t help but see how Sophia’s change turned her into a total knockout. Even when Sophia was acting a bit wild, her delicate looks, perfect frame, and knockout face were impossible to miss.

The old Sophia was just a plain Jane, dead–as–a–doornail puppet. Now, it was like someone had woken up her spirit, and she was full of beans.

Yvette’s pulse quickened. Unease crept in.

“I’m following her,” Jonathan muttered, his eye twitching. He couldn’t let Sophia face the cops alone. She’d implode.

Yvette watched him go, brow furrowed.

*****

On the ride, Sophia’s phone buzzed. It was a text from Jonathan. Dad: [Don’t blab.]

She smirked, renamed him TheJerk, then her own contact to MoneyTalks.

Ten minutes later, as the station loomed, Jonathan transferred her 30

dollars.

TheJerk: [I’m coming. Zip it till I get there.]

Sophia clicked her tongue, pocketed the cash, and renamed herself

3000IsFine.

Jonathan, seeing the new nickname, almost swerved. He slammed the steering wheel. “Ungrateful wretch!”

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C’s

Jonathan’s temples throbbed. “Sophia, drop it.”

She ignored him, staring at the officer.

The officer tightened her grip on her pen. “Anything… else?”

Sophia’s eyes narrowed. The police haven’t searched properly.

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2:51 am

Chapter 7

Before Sophia could speak, a voice shrieked, “Sophia! How dare you mess with Zane? If anything happens to him, you are doomed.”

Teresa tried to charge toward Sophia, but a middle–aged man in a suit, exuding authority, stopped her.

Teresa was still wearing the same evening dress from yesterday. Her hair was all over the place, and her eyes were so swollen and red. She looked absolutely beat—a far cry from the sharp, in–charge lady she’d been the day before.

That middle–aged dude was Zane’s dad, Dante. Though his lips remained sealed, his eyes, as icy and treacherous as a viper’s, pierced through the air, a silent sentinel waiting to unleash chaos at the most unexpected moment.

Sophia shoved Jonathan in front of her, hiding behind him. “Officer! She threatened me. I’m terrified.” She fake–sobbed, “There’s a body in Zane’s mansion. If I talk, they’ll silence me for sure.”

The officer’s eyes widened and repeated Sophia’s words unconsciously, “There’s a body in Zane’s mansion?”

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