Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

A goon from the Gibbs family had the audacity to block their path like that. Normally, the boss wouldn't let that slide.

"Isn't Sophie inside? If I stick my nose in, she might blame me for messing up her plan."

Odie glanced at his watch-it was precisely eight o'clock. They had three hours; by eleven, the dinner should be over.

"Keep a sharp eye on things," Odie ordered. "If there's any trouble inside, rush in! Any suspicious characters? Rush in! And if nobody's out by eleven, trash the hotel!" "Got it, boss!"

Outside the dinner venue, the socialites not only strutted down the red carpet but also attracted a flurry of photographers from numerous media outlets. These events always made it to the papers and magazines, sometimes even grabbing international headlines. Sophie, in her stunning white mermaid dress, was the star of the show, making Sandy realize that everyone else was in black gowns. Sophie truly stood out.

"Looks like you're the lucky one, the queen bee of our socialite hive," Sandy whispered to Sophie.

"Queen bee? Ms. Sandy, isn't that a bit of a stretch?"

drift. You're the star tonight,

pouted. If only she'd agreed to swap dresses when Sophie had asked

wonder who designed this dress. It's quite different from the usual style but really well

said, but her eyes never

light and darkness," Sophie mused. "Clearly, light's on the losing

out like a

had

the Mysterious Lady Dinner hosted by Sunshine," the host's voice echoed from all directions, clearly a high-tech sound

and women wearing white masks and black cloaks. Their hidden faces

we on display or

spread among the socialites; they were used to being revered, not scrutinized