Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Odie immediately removed the mask from the woman's face, revealing an entirely unfamiliar face beneath.

Her voice was different, and her appearance didn't match.

Jean's face flushed with embarrassment, and she reached out to grab Odie's collar.

Odie's gaze narrowed dangerously, and then he growled, "Get out!"

Gattlin, who was outside the door, hurriedly pushed it open, only to find Jean lying on the bed, already ensnared and confused, with no idea what had happened.

"Mr. Odie... this..."

Odie's face darkened with rage as he barked, "Open your damn eyes! What have you brought me?"

Gattlin was baffled. He hadn't seen Sophie's face and naturally didn't recognize whether the person in front of him was the one Odie was looking for.

"I personally oversaw it. There's no way it's wrong!"

Upon closer inspection of Jean's face, Gattlin immediately recognized Jean as the woman who had been drinking with Sophie. Gattlin's expression darkened as he said, "Mr. Odie! It was that woman's trickery!"

He had found Jean and convinced her to deliver a drink to Sophie, promising her a handsome reward. Little did he expect Jean to be so easily outmaneuvered by Sophie and then swapped onto Odie's bed! Gatlin quickly said, "Mr. Odie, I'll send someone to fetch her right away!"

think she's as foolish as you? By the time

nothing to say and braced himself for a

was writhing on the bed, and commanded, "Throw her out! And you,

this, Gattlin hurriedly carried Jean

that a woman had dared to play such a trick on him. If he hadn't let that woman taste his methods, he would have swallowed

Meanwhile

a dress completely different from the one she had on when she left, couldn't help but ask,

"I lost it."

thousands! If you had to lose it, at least lose

was now wearing Jean's pink dress, which was somewhat ill-fitting but didn't give

is members-only, attended by some of Devonport's biggest business and philanthropic names,

is a major family, so it's no surprise that many people come to curry favor. What's so

gala wouldn't be

the side of the road, "What? What did you say?" Jenna, in the passenger seat, was also stunned. "Sophie, you couldn't

climax of the

and models were all playthings in the hands of these businesspeople. I saw them entering private themed rooms in pairs. Maids cleaned up the venues for them. Whether in corridors, on the rooftop, or in restrooms, these

a woman between them. Colby

dangers of such filthy places, where it was easy to

bother. Let's go back. I didn't use their

safe than sorry. Colby is just