Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1085

Jonah tossed a trout onto the cutting board with a thud.

Sophie saw the fish and couldn't help but chuckle. "What's this? The Minton family run out of chefs?"

"We've got chefs, but none who can make trout soup."

"Can't make trout soup? What kind of chefs are those?"

"Ms. Sophie, I'll be back in half an hour. Thanks."

With that, Jonah left the kitchen without another word to Sophie.

Sophie stared at the trout on the board, feeling a bit exasperated for the first time.

After a while, Jonah returned, right on cue, and asked how the meal was coming. Sophie handed him the trout soup that had been simmering for twenty minutes. "For your boss. Drinking fish soup first thing in the morning? Watch out for nutrient overload."

"No trouble at all, Mrs. Costello," Jonah replied, his tone deliberately formal.

Jonah took the soup upstairs.

Upstairs, Odie glanced at the fish soup Jonah handed him. "What's this?"

"Ms. Sophie's fish soup."

just for me?"

was Sophie so

it for me herself?" Odie

didn't miss a

moments." Odie didn't even notice the slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he took a sip. The delicious

"It's alright, I guess."

out now,"

for me. Tell her I appreciate it. But making fish soup is too much trouble. She doesn't need

"Got it."

left the room, he ran into Sophie on

he drink the

"He did."

"What did he think?"

"The boss says thanks."

insisted on having me make soup,

be waiting for you in

was worried