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.

the first to make me

so? I can make you bleed a second

piqued as he looked down at Sophie on the ground. With a casual gesture, two men stepped forward and seized her

small knife from his belt and mused, "Tell me, if I were to chop off both your hands and send one to Colby and

devilish, his eyes

the essence of Odie. Trashy people who found joy in others'

see if they go mad." Sophie's tone was ice-cold, showing no sign of

defiance in Sophie's eyes. He hadn't planned on actually harming her. He merely wanted to see her beg for mercy on her knees, but her eyes showed

down towards one of Sophie's hands.

knife hit the deck, missing Sophie

up and

"Yes, sir!"

escorted away by the mercenaries, turning her back to Odie,

In fact, her back was drenched in cold sweat.