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."

sarcasm. "Is that so? I can make you bleed a second time. Wanna

his interest piqued as he looked down at Sophie on the ground. With a

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

of Odie. Trashy people

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

smile gradually

fearless defiance

He hadn't

actually harming her. He

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

down towards one of Sophie's hands. Sophie didn't even blink and her

the deck, missing Sophie

I like that." Odie stood up and ordered the mercenaries,

"Yes, sir!"

turning her back to Odie, she finally let out a sigh of