Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Sophie felt a shiver run down her spine at the sound, and she instinctively moved back, only to have her wrists grasped tightly.

Odie was close, too close, his grey eyes gleaming with terrifying amusement.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Afraid, my foot!"

With surprising strength, Sophie quickly broke free from Odie's grip and, in a swift motion, slapped him across the face. The slap seemed to release all the pent-up frustration and resentment she harbored in her chest.

This bastard had treated her like prey, engaging in a tense and thrilling chase.

"Mr. Odie!" Gattlin turned pale at the sight.

The impact of Sophie's slap had left Odie's cheek red, a trickle of blood emerging from the corner of his mouth. He nonchalantly wiped the blood away and smirked.

"In all these years, you're the first to make me bleed."

Sophie's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Is that so? I can make you bleed a second time. Wanna try?"

Odie stood up, his interest piqued as he looked down at Sophie on the ground. With a casual gesture, two men stepped forward and seized her arms.

"Such beautiful hands, what a pity..." Odie drew a small knife from his belt and mused, "Tell me, if I were to chop off both your hands and send one to Colby and the other to James, would they go mad?" Odie's smile was devilish, his eyes radiating a bone-chilling coldness.

Inhumane, diabolical-no words could fully capture the essence of Odie. Trashy people who found joy in others' pain deserved to rot in hell!

"Give it a try, let's see if they go mad." Sophie's tone was ice-cold, showing no sign of fear.

Odie's smile gradually faded as he

noticed the fearless defiance in

Sophie's eyes. He hadn't planned

actually harming her. He

wanted to see her beg for mercy on her knees, but her eyes showed none of the fear he expected. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Odie crouched down, the knife in his hand striking down towards one of Sophie's hands. Sophie didn't even blink and her gaze remained cold and fixed on Odie.

The knife hit the deck, missing Sophie entirely.

"Courageous, I like that." Odie stood up and ordered the mercenaries, "Take her inside."

"Yes, sir!"

As Sophie was escorted away by the mercenaries, turning her back to Odie, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

She wasn't unafraid. In fact, her back was drenched in cold sweat. It was all a gamble.

A gamble on Odie finding her interesting.

Despite having met him only twice, Sophie had realized that Odie was a man with a profoundly twisted and perverted heart. Showing weakness would make her uninteresting to him. Being too defiant would only fuet his desire to break her.

The only viable strategy was to provoke his competitive nature and his desire to conquer.

It seemed her gamble paid off.

"Get in!"

Sophie was pushed into a dark room, surrounded by walls on all sides, with a large mirror embedded in one of them.

Exhausted, she leaned against the corner wall.

Overwhelmed by fatigue and drowsiness, she had no energy to worry about her current situation. Even getting locked in a dark room, all she wanted was to rest.