Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1110

In the middle of a tender moment between Sophie and Colby, the peaceful night was suddenly shattered by the sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs outside.

Sophie frowned. "What on earth is Odie up to now, in the middle of the night?"

She gently pushed Colby back onto the bed. "Try to get some sleep. I'll go check it out."

"Okay," Colby replied, holding Sophie's hand for a moment. "Come back soon."

"I will."

Sophie went to the door to see what was happening outside.

She saw Odie's men entering the house one by one, each carrying stacks of documents.

Sophie figured these must be the people Odie had sent out to gather information on the Summerfield businesses, now returning with their reports.

What she hadn't anticipated was just how many businesses there were in Summerfield...

of the

out of his room, his voice icy. "Bring them

"They're right outside!"

but she was soon puzzled

in a plain black hoodie, looking no older than seventeen or eighteen,

frowned. "Did you tamper with the

young person looked up at Sophie, then quickly looked

put you up

own. Nobody told me to. I got the wrong

bowed low, his voice barely above a whisper, clearly

Odie demanded, his tone cold. "Do I

the youth raised his head, his face

pretty sharp for a young guy. Your family

wear. It would sell for about seven or eight hundred dollars in Summerfield. The shoes, maybe five or six hundred dollars, not bad. The smartwatch on your wrist is

fashion, with broader shoulders than

Mr. Odie? Do