Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
Chapter 688

Suddenly, Sophie woke up from her sleep. The surroundings were pitch black and eerily quiet as if she were alone.

"What do you think Colby's expression would be if he knew you were captured by me?"

Odie's voice still echoed in her mind, and Sophie quickly realized something. She immediately sat up and threw off the covers but felt severe dizziness the next second.

What had Odie injected her with on the plane? Why did she feel so weak?

*Click*

Suddenly, the room's lights turned on in an instant, and Sophie raised her head, finally understanding where she was.

The room was spacious, decorated in a French Baroque style, appearing lavish, bright, and noble, yet filled with intricate carvings. A huge portrait hung directly opposite the bed, its presence almost suffocating

"Ms. Sophie, the boss asked me to change your clothes," said a voice, drawing Sophie's attention to the maid standing at the door.

When this familiar voice reached her ears, she was somewhat incredulous. The maid standing before her was none other than Polly, to whom she had handed the incriminating evidence.

"Is it you?"

Sophie's weak voice carried a hint of disbelief.

When Odie had taken Sophie to Duskhaven, she had entrusted Polly before she left and asked Polly to return to Devonport with Gattlin's phone.

She had thought that Polly had missed Colby and the others after reaching Devonport and had even asked Tricia to look for Polly but to no avail.

Sophie never expected Polly to reappear by Odie's side!

Polly seemed reluctant to meet Sophie's gaze but still approached with the clothes in hand, saying, "Ms. Sophie, please change and follow me to the foyer. The boss is waiting for you."

Not Mr. Odie, but the boss.

She had thought Polly was the most innocent on that ship, but it seemed she was wrong!

Sophie's eyes were fixed on Polly, asking, "Have you always worked for Odie?"

She rarely misjudged people, but this time, she was completely wrong. To think she had trusted a stranger she had only met a few times.

Polly bit her lip, saying, "Ms. Sophie,

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don't struggle. Once you're in Summerfield, you're under the boss'

control. Not even a miracle can save you."

After saying this, Polly stood up and walked to the door.

Staring at the plain white nightgown laid out on the bed, Sophie felt a strong sense of resistance.

What exactly did Odie want?

A moment later, Polly knocked on the door, saying, "Ms. Sophie, have you changed?"

Polly didn't hear a response from inside and frowned. She was about to open the door but then saw Sophie walking out expressionlessly.

Polly knew Sophie was angry with her and didn't defend herself, instead saying, "The boss has prepared breakfast for you."

"Oh? He's really thoughtful."

Sophie felt weak as she walked. She

followed Polly downstairs to replace Odie sitting at the long table in the hall, with only two dishes on the table. One, in front of Odie, was a simple dish of fried egg on toast, and the other, placed in front of Sophie's seat, was covered with a silver cloche.