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."

I

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

drew a small knife from his belt and mused, "Tell me, if I were to chop off both your hands and send one to

of Odie. Trashy people who found joy in others' pain deserved

it a try, let's see if they go mad." Sophie's tone was

gradually faded as

the fearless defiance

He

actually harming her. He

her beg for mercy on her knees, but her eyes showed none

knife in his hand striking down towards one of Sophie's hands. Sophie didn't even

hit the deck, missing Sophie

I like that." Odie stood up and

"Yes, sir!"

Sophie was escorted away by the mercenaries, turning her back