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."

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

at the head table, or I'll have someone come and wreck

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

a cold look and said, "Ms. Sandy, I suggest you keep your mouth

"You..."

your temper a bit? This is Summerfield, not

"I..."

said, trying to defuse the awkward situation. "When's

Angelo's unusual behavior caught

Angelo had led a group to trashhis business,

attention. He

as lethal as a serpent's. He

really bad.

never have to face Odie, but here they were, enemies meeting eye