Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 709

Earning a six-figure salary per month was indeed not low.

Sophie's heart was aflutter. She was unsure of what Odie was thinking at the moment, but now all she could do was take it one step at a time.

It wasn't long before Sophie followed the manager up to the second floor's lounge area. Along the way, many covetous gazes landed on Sophie, making her extremely uncomfortable.

In the lounge, Odie sat in front of a billiards table, and the manager said, “Mr. Odie, she has arrived.”

“Hmm.”

The lounge was filled with the acrid smell of cigars, making Sophie hold her breath. Odie put down his cigar and scrutinized her figure carefully.

“The dress is a bit too big.”

“This is Ms. Leticia’s gown. I’ll have new ones made for Ms. Sophie tomorrow.”

Ms. Leticia?

Sophie searched her mind for anyone in Summerfield with that name.

Leticia...

She vaguely remembered that name in her past life. Odie's wife seemed to call that name.

Could Ms. Leticia be the future Mrs. of Odie?

Sophie pondered carefully. In this life, there seemed to be no news of Odie's engagement yet. It appeared that Leticia and Odie were probably still in the stage of cultivating their relationship.

“Sophie!”

Odie's voice suddenly pierced into Sophie’s ears, nearly shattering her eardrums.

Sophie came back to her senses, lifting her head to see Odie looking at her with a dark expression.

Sophie asked, “Mr. Odie, is there something you need?”

“I’ve called you three times. Are your ears just for show?”

After all, the person standing in front of them was Odie Minton! In Summerfield, who dared to address Odie by his name to his face?

The next second, Odie reached out and grasped Sophie’s chin, saying, “I merely agreed to give you a chance to stay. You wanted to be a pianist, and I granted it. What, having regrets now?”

Playing non-stop for twelve hours would ruin her hands in a few days. Odie was clearly doing this on purpose.

Sophie scoffed, swatting Odie’s hand away from her chin, saying, “Well then, Mr. Odie. Since you’ve promised to let me stay and provide me with an opportunity, I’ll gladly accept this lavish fortune.”

“That’s more like it.” Odie waved his hand dismissively and said, “Take her out. Let her play.”

“Yes, Mr. Odie.”

The manager led Sophie to the piano just outside the lounge.

From where Sophie was positioned, she could be seen not only by the guests on the first floor but also by those on the second floor.

Just before she started to play, Sophie caught sight of Odie in the corner, watching the show unfold. He was curving his lips into a smirk, enjoying the spectacle of her impending struggle.