Chapter 890

Polly stared at Sophie, her breath catching in her throat.

Sophie met Odie’s eyes and said, “Yep, I did it on purpose.”

A dangerous glint flashed in Odie’s eyes at her admission.

Sophie continued, “The jewelry you sent was too extravagant. Remember, Mr. Odie, you were engaged once. How inappropriate would it be for me to wear it? I planned to pretend I forgot, but Polly here, bless her, was so eager to bring it to me. How could I accept?”

Turning to the onlooker by the door, Sophie addressed Sandy, “Ms. Sandy, don’t you agree?”

Sandy scoffed, “At least you’re aware of it!”

She lost interest, linked arms with Vanessa and said, “Come on, darling, let’s go.”

Vanessa’s mind was clearly elsewhere, curious about how Odie would handle Sophie.

Once Sandy led Vanessa away, Odie finally turned to Sophie.

“Boss...”

Jonah tried to speak, but Odie cut him off casually, “So, this was all a misunderstanding?”

“Mr. Odie, you’re very perceptive. Yes, just a misunderstanding.”

Sophie stood her ground when needed and admitted fault when necessary. Considering how terrified she seemed of Sandy earlier, it didn’t look like she was lying.

Odie remarked, “It’s getting late. You should go rest.”

Odie’s unusually agreeable demeanor left Sophie puzzled. Just as she was about to head upstairs with Polly, Odie suddenly said, “You go up. She stays.”

Polly shuddered at his words.

Sophie frowned, “Odie, this is my fault. If you want to punish someone, punish me. Don’t take it out on Polly!”

“Me, bully her?” Odie sounded amused, “When did I ever say I was going to bully her? Sophie, do you really think I’m the kind who bullies women?”

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Sophie’s retort darkened Odie’s expression.

Quickly, Sophie corrected herself, “Sorry, my mistake. Mr. Odie, of course, isn’t that kind of bastard. After all, men who bully women aren’t very capable, right?”

“Sophie!”

“Mr. Odie, why get angry? It’s not about you.”

Sophie moved beside Polly, taking her hand reassuringly, “Polly, don’t be afraid. Mr. Odie promised he won’t do anything to you. This wasn’t your fault. If he gives you trouble, tell me.”

Before Polly could even feel touched, Odie scoffed, “Tell you? What good would that do? You’re a prisoner at the mercy of others, with even less say than she has.”

“Odie!”

“Oh? Angry now? I held back when you insulted me, Sophie. Get upstairs before I lose my temper, or you won’t sleep tonight.”

Sophie could tell Odie was in a foul mood. She squeezed Polly’s hand firmly, but Polly whispered, “Mrs. Costello, it was my fault today. If the boss decides to punish me, I have no right to complain.”

Then, she obediently approached Odie.

Sophie was still hesitant to leave, so Odie commanded sternly, “Go upstairs. Don’t make me say it a third time.”