Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Lennon took a deep breath, trying to stay composed. It was probably Colby who had invited this troublemaker.

Why did Odie have to show up today, of all days? The moment Lennon laid eyes on him, he knew Odie was up to no good.

"Sir, it's a day of celebration. The man has come to offer his congratulations. Turning him away would spoil the festive mood, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, sir. Why not let Mr. Odie come in for a toast?"

With everyone around him urging him to be gracious, Lennon realized that on such a beautiful, sunny day, he couldn't let Odie ruin the mood. So, he kept quiet.

Seeing Lennon relent, those who had been surrounding Odie backed off.

"Mr. Odie, your seat is over here," the butler said, stepping forward to guide him.

Odie merely glanced around at the merchants, who scattered like mice at the sight of a cat. Finally, he looked around, pointed to Lennon's table, and said, "I want to sit there." "Mr. Odie, that's the head table, reserved only for close family members."

What about Adler? Jenna seems like a distant relative, doesn't she? And since when did Angelo

a barrage of questions, ending with sheer audacity: "I've set my sights on that table. Either let me sit at the head table, or I'll have someone come and wreck the place. Your choice." Seeing Odie play

get to sit here? I'm not happy about this!" Sandy couldn't even bear to give

look and said, "Ms. Sandy, I suggest you keep your mouth shut, or I'll stitch it up

"You..."

held her back. "Can you tone down your temper a bit? This is Summerfield, not some foreign land. Odie has the power here to bury

"I..."

to defuse

Angelo's unusual behavior caught

had led a group to trashhis

attention. He

as lethal as a serpent's. He tensed up, feeling extremely

bad, really bad.

party, and now they were sworn enemies Angelo had thought he'd never have to face Odie, but