Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 590

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.

all these years, you're the first to make me

that so? I can make you

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

hands, what a pity..." Odie drew a small knife from his belt and mused, "Tell me, if I were to chop off both

was devilish, his eyes radiating

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

mad." Sophie's tone was ice-cold,

her. He merely wanted to see her beg for mercy on her knees, but her

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

the deck, missing Sophie

up

"Yes, sir!"

mercenaries, turning her back to Odie,

fact, her back was drenched in cold sweat. It was all a