Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 699

Standing in front of Odie, Jonah lowered his head and said, “Boss, this was all staged by Sophie. Please trust me.”

Odie replied coldly, “You said she was faking unconsciousness. Then, go and slash her with a knife to see if she’ll wake up.”

“I’ll do it right now!”

Jonah drew the small knife from his belt. When he placed the knife across Sophie’s neck, Sophie lay on the bed and had no reaction whatsoever.

Jonah’s face turned sour.

Odie set down his glass of whiskey, saying coldly, “In our line of work, if you can’t tell whether someone has fainted or is faking it, then you’re not cut out for this job.”

The doctor’s visit was just an unnecessary precaution. Odie believed that Jonah could also see that Sophie had truly fainted.

Perhaps Jonah had panicked under those circumstances.

Odie continued, “I know you're worried about my safety, but she's just a woman. No matter how clever, she can't outsmart me here in Summerfield.”

“…Yes, boss.”

Odie said indifferently, “It’s late. Go get some sleep.”

“But boss…”

“I’ll take her to familiarize herself with the place tomorrow. You don’t need to worry.”

Jonah felt worried, but at that moment, he could only agree. “Yes, boss.”

After Jonah left, Odie went over to the bed and gently tapped Sophie’s cheek, saying, “Wake up.”

Sophie still had no reaction except for frowning when tapped.

A faint coughing sound came from the bed. Odie saw Sophie awaken and instinctively wanted to get up from the sofa, but then he realized there was no need for such eagerness from him.

“Water…”

Sophie’s voice was hoarse and unpleasant. She woke up and felt as if her throat was burning.

Hearing this, Odie scanned the room for anything related to water. After some searching, he realized there wasn’t a drop of water in the room but various types of alcohol.

Eventually, Odie opened the door and ordered Polly, “Bring a glass of water.”

“Yes, boss.”

As Polly left, Odie turned back to see Sophie had already propped herself up from the bed. She was holding her head, her face as pale as paper, and in a dazed voice, she asked, “How did I end up here?”