Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
Chapter 867

Vanessa's face turned ghostly pale at Odie's words. He clearly had no intention of killing Sophie.

"Then why'd you ask for my opinion earlier? How could you do this!" she blurted out, frustration boiling over.

Odie couldn't stand the incessant buzzing in his ears. He rubbed them, a look of irritation clouding his face. This was exactly why he hated dealing with idiots. And especially airheaded heiresses like Vanessa. But, because of her connection to Sandy, Odie decided to explain, "If I killed Sophie, wouldn't Colby just come and kill me?"

Vanessa was left completely dumbstruck. "So, you never planned to help me at all? You just wanted to use Sophie to threaten Colby?"

Sophie chuckled, "Ms. Vanessa, you're mistaken again. If he wanted to capture me, he would've done it already. Why bother having you negotiate with me first? He just wanted to pull you into this mess. Now that you and Odie have caught me, you're both in this together."

Vanessa's already pale face grew even whiter. She never imagined Odie had such plans!

"Why... why me?" she stammered.

Vanessa didn't mind Colby hating her, but she couldn't bear the thought of him discovering she was the one scheming against him!

"Of course, because you're the White family's heiress. Your family is like a stubborn weed. Even after Colby spent years rooting out the branches, many of your family's old supporters remain. By controlling you, Odie essentially controls those who still want to oppose Colby. It's simple logic, really," Sophie explained, though she felt she had said enough. She stretched out her hand towards Odie, who frowned and asked, "What do you want?"

"Get me a bottle of water, I'm thirsty."

Odie kicked the front seat and barked, "Jonah, get her some water."

"Yes, boss."

Jonah tossed a bottle from the side to the back, and Odie unscrewed the cap, handing it to Sophie. Drinking while blindfolded was tricky, but she managed.

Vanessa was overwhelmed by the flood of information. As she processed everything, she noticed the surprising peace between Odie and Sophie. Sophie seemed less like a hostage and more like she was on a vacation.

Meanwhile, a hundred meters from the Minton Estate, Colby sat in his car, wearing a Bluetooth headset.

His subordinate's voice crackled through, "Boss, are you personally overseeing this?"

"Yeah."

"Odie wouldn't dare harm Ms. Sophie. We can handle this."

"She's my wife. Why would I leave her to you?" Colby snapped. "Focus on monitoring the Minton and Pollard families' movements. Leave everything else alone."

The voice on the other end hesitated, "Should we inform James?"

Colby's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Does his deal with Gordon involve us?"

"...No."

"Then are you trying to make him the hero rescuing my wife?"

"...I didn't mean that."

"Good. Otherwise, you'd better start looking for a job at Burke International." Colby hung up, his mind racing.

James? Colby would never let him swoop in and play the hero.