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."

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

on the ground. With a

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

diabolical-no words could fully capture the essence of Odie. Trashy people

they go mad." Sophie's

gradually faded

the fearless

He

actually harming her. He

on her knees, but her eyes showed none of

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

knife hit the deck,

up and ordered the mercenaries, "Take her

"Yes, sir!"

the mercenaries, turning her back to Odie, she finally let