Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
Chapter 710

Chapter 710

Song after song. Sophie played the piano over and over again, following the music sheet meticulously. In the casino, music was merely a means for relaxation, barely capturing the attention of the patrons who were more engrossed in the thrill of winning money.

"Mr. Odie, she has played through the entire book," someone remarked to Odie, who had been in the casino for two solid hours, during which Sophie's fingers never ceased moving

The guests, more than appreciating the sound of the piano, were captivated by Sophie's beauty.

Though only two hours had passed, more than a dozen people had approached Odie to negotiate a a price.

"Mr. Odie, as you know, I'm not one for many hobbies. So, name your price. Let's see how much it would take for you to part with her." A portly man approached Odie with this proposition.

Perhaps intentionally. Odie stood just two meters away from Sophie as he discussed the matter with the man.

The manager intervened. "Roland, this is our new pianist. She's here to play the piano, not to be sold."

At a loss for words, Roland looked to Odie, only to see him smile slightly and say, "Wayne, that's not quite right. Who in this world doesn't love money?"

"Mr. Odie knows what's up! With the right price, anything can be discussed."

As Sophie continued to play, she overheard the crude exchange between the three men, leading her to hit the wrong note. But in this place, no one would notice, except for Odie.

Odie raised an eyebrow and suggested, "Why don't you ask her yourself, Roland? See how much she's willing to be sold for?" "Sure! Thank you, Mr. Odie!"

Roland, ecstatic as if he'd been granted amnesty, approached Sophie. As he got close, the stench of alcohol hit her, causing her to frown and instinctively try to move away, but he grabbed her wrist, stopping the piano music abruptly. Everyone looked up towards the mezzanine

Roland caressed Sophie's soft hand, obsessively saying, “Darling, just tell me, how much do you want? I can give you anything as long as you come home with me tonight. Whatever you want, it's yours."

The revolting touch made Sophie want to pull away, but she quickly caught Odie's gaze, who seemed to be enjoying the spectacle. The next moment, Sophie coyly smiled, "Really? Whatever I want, you'll give me?"

"Of course, there's nothing in Summerfield that the my family can't afford."

"Then... I want a villa❞

"It's yours, all yours!"

"I also want beautiful jewelry."

Пl give it to you!"

"Granted, I'll give it to you!"

"And every month, I want a substantial amount of money."

"Of course!"

Roland was getting ahead of himself and sat down on the piano bench beside her, inching closer to Sophie.

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"My beauty, if you come home with me, youll not just get the villa, the jewelry, or the money. If you want my life, I'll give it to you."

As he spoke, he caressed Sophie's waist as if he had already won her over.

Odie's expression darkened.

Sophie saw the grim look on Odie's face and deliberately placed her hand on Roland's neak, saying, "Then what are We waiting for? Aren't you going to take me home?"

With Sophie's apparent agreement, Roland grew even more excitedland was eager to take her away

immediately.