Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1122

"Not a chance. Borrowed!"

Odie couldn't believe the audacity. It was the first time he'd seen someone demand help with such self-righteousness. Did he owe her something?

"You need help? Ask Colby. I'm not your guy," Odie shot back.

He spun on his heel and started towards the door, counting ten steps before noticing Sophie's reaction—or lack thereof. She wasn't flustered, didn't back down, and didn't call after him.

Did she not know how to ask for a favor properly?

Suppressing his annoyance, Odie stopped, turned back, and grumbled, "Fine, I owe you. I'll get you the help."

Sophie's smile was warm and grateful. "Thank you, Mr. Odie."

Odie felt a mix of emotions-partly feeling played, partly feeling that his own soft- heartedness had given her the upper hand. Watching Sophie head back to the Minton family's living room in high spirits, he couldn't shake off the unease.

then, Jonah emerged from

caught off guard, snapped, "When

here all

being held. Make sure our people keep a close eye on the place,

already looked into the dinner venue

"What snag?"

a blindfold before getting into their cars, and the location is undisclosed. We can't set up

this?" Odie frowned, his voice icy. "There's nothing in Summerfield the Minton family can't uncover. Check every hotel in

"Yes, boss."

"There's

"Spit it out."

Spellman family sent someone today. Mr. Donny wants to have dinner with you tonight

under your wing and

took the