Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
Chapter 544

"Ah-!"

The greasy man shrieked, and all eyes in the vicinity turned towards the commotion.

"What are you doing? I am the top member here!" The man howled in pain, "I'm going to report this! I will report you all!"

Member?

Sophie frowned.

Could it be that the Minton International dinner was membership-based?

Sophie intended to probe further when she saw Gattlin approaching. He said, "I'm terribly sorry. This lady is also one of our esteemed guests."

"Bullshit! If she's such a high-level guest, why didn't you say so earlier? I had my eyes on her!"

Gattlin realized the man was not playing by the rules, and the smile on his face vanished as he coldly said, "Minton International has its own set of rules, and if you don't follow them, you're breaking Mr. Odie's rules."

Hearing Gattlin say this, the man did not restrain himself. Fuelled by alcohol, he yelled, "Who's Mr. Odie? I've spent so much money on Minton International, and now you're telling me I can't even touch a woman? Let Odie come to me!"

The man's words caused everyone present to gasp.

The next moment, a deep voice echoed through the hall, "You called?"

The man heard Odie's voice, and his whole body trembled. He probably hadn't expected Odie to actually make an appearance, as he dumbly turned around.

Sophie also noticed the man who had descended from the second floor at some point. He was sitting on a single sofa that seemed like a throne, making him appear as a king, looking down on everyone present.

Odie, dressed in a black tailcoat, fiddled with a vintage lighter in his hand, which seemed like a dagger in his grasp. He wore a half mask that covered part of his face, yet Sophie could still discern the features hidden behind the mask.

He had a high nose bridge, grey pupils, and slightly upturned thin lips, and his skin was even prettier than a woman's.

Unlike Colby, this man exuded an aura of darkness and the scent of death, giving off an impression of inhumanity and mercilessness from the first glance at him. "Mr... Mr. Odie..."

The man finally realized he should be afraid. He sobered up notably and quickly said, "I... I was just joking. I spoke without thinking! Mr. Odie, please, just let me off!"

It seemed like the man already knew what awaited him. Here, no one dared to defy Odie's orders or break the rules he set.

'Odie is capricious and unpredictable, like a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment. One must never catch his attention, or he'd coil around you like a venomous snake.'

Remembering what Gordon said, Sophie held her breath, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

Fortunately, Odie didn't notice Sophie; his interest was piqued by the brazen, greasy man instead.

"Johns... what was it?"

Odie seemed to be recalling the man's name. Gattlin approached Odie, saying, "Mr. Odie, he's a small business owner in logistics, Johns Emers."

Odie, leaning on the sofa with his cheek propped up, listened as Johns scrambled towards him, saying, "Mr. Odie, I was just drunk. I would never dare to cause trouble in front of you... I deserve to this!" Johns slapped his own face repeatedly while Odie seemed amused. Gattlin suggested, "Mr. Odie, Johns has been quite a spender here and is one of our top members. Maybe..."

"Take him out and compensate him with ten women."

Odie's command surprised everyone.

Sophie frowned. This didn't seem like a punishment for Johns but more like a reward.

Johns was stunned, too, as if he hadn't expected such good fortune to fall on him. But then he realized he had invested so much in Minton International and was a top member, so he deserved such treatment. Before Johns could thank Odie, the next words came. "The new batch of drugs we got should suit Johns well. Give that box to Johns to use. When he's done with it, then let him go."

Johns was baffled, "Drugs? What drugs?"

"Performance-enhancing drugs. But don't worry, Johns, it's not much, just a few pounds. I'm sure your body can handle it."

A few pounds of performance-enhancing drugs, if consumed, would surely deplete a man's vitality.

Thinking of the ten women, Johns' face turned pale. Odie was sentencing him to a fate worse than death!

"Mr. Odie... Please, spare me! I won't survive those few pounds of drugs! Mr. Odie..."

Odie, seemingly losing interest, waved his hand. "Take him away."