Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Odie asked, "Is it done?"

"It's done."

As she spoke, Sophie handed the smartphone back to Odie, saying, "Mr. Odie, please check if there's anything else that needs to be added."

Odie hadn't expected such openness. He took the smartphone and looked at Sophie's new social media account, which only had one post. It was a selfie of Sophie with a geotag at an island resort. The photo of Sophie was clearly edited, and the caption read: "All is well. Gunshots were just for show. I had a fever and got caught in the rain. My temperature hit 104°F, and I was out cold, so I couldn't check my phone. Thanks for all the concern. I'm not dead! Still kicking!"

It sounded cheeky, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Just a few minutes after the message was posted, it had already garnered hundreds of likes and comments.

Odie casually exited the app and then handed it over to Gattlin, saying, "Keep this safe."

"Yes, Mr. Odie."

Gattlin was sweating bullets over the narrow escape from danger.

Sophie, however, deliberately said, "Mr. Odie, we've been chatting away, and the food has gone cold."

Gattlin stopped in his tracks, unsure of the meaning behind Sophie's words.

Sophie raised an eyebrow and said, "Mr. Odie doesn't like to waste food, so how about we warm it up and continue eating?"

"I indeed dislike wasting food, but I also don't like eating reheated meals," Odie said, looking towards Gattlin. "Dispose of them properly. Don't let them go to waste." After saying that, Odie stood up and walked towards his bedroom.

Sophie also got up, patted Gattlin on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "Please clean up these leftovers. Mr. Odie doesn't like to waste food, and neither do I."

"You..."

"Oh, and remember to bring some fresh meals to my room later. Light and not greasy, but with meat. I like Japanese cuisine, thank you."

Sophie went back to her room, leaving Gattlin fuming.

He initially thought Mr. Odie was going to punish Sophie, but it turned out he was the one in trouble!

Meanwhile-

Inside the Freeman family's bedroom, Nichole knocked all the food off the table.

Sophie was alive! Sophie was actually still alive!

The maid who entered the room saw the mess and immediately knelt down to clean up, scared. "Ms. Nichole, is everything okay?" Nichole frowned, "What did you call me?"

"I..."

Slap!

Before the maid could finish, Nichole slapped her across the face. The maid covered her face, unable to hold back her tears.

"I'm new here..."

"Why did you come here? Ms. Rowena doesn't like to be disturbed during meals! Get out now!"

Aisha came in and saw the maid crying and shouting, "I'm just here to work. I'm not a slave. Why did you hit me!"This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

With that, the maid ran out, crying.

Aisha looked displeased.

Nichole didn't expect a mere maid to dare to talk back to her. She angrily slammed the table. "Aisha, what kind of people are you hiring? Can't they take a little grievance?"

Aisha couldn't help but explain, "Miss, you've

three maid already driven away

this month. You may be

temperamental but should tone it down a bit."

Nichole sneered, "Dad's not home,

so I'm in charge of this house. I'm et

paying them their salaries, and they

can't handle a bit of criticid they