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.

emerged

guard, snapped, "When did

here

get some people ready for Sophie and find out where that dinner is being held. Make sure our people keep a close eye on the place, especially the manager. I don't want

the dinner venue

"What snag?"

theme. Every socialite attending has to wear a blindfold before getting into their cars, and the location is undisclosed. We can't set up in

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

"Yes, boss."

"There's

"Spit it out."

family sent someone today. Mr. Donny wants to

be under your wing and hopes you'll accept this gift. He also wants to discuss a

the card.