Odie nced at Gattlin with a grim expression andmanded, "Go to the safe and bring me my phone."


    "Right away, Mr. Odie!" Gattlin replied, clearly intimidated by Sophie''s words. He hurried toward the deepest part of the yacht''s storage cabin.


    Sophie barely gave it a nce.


    Thank god there was still a phone on board.


    Soon, Gattlin returned, handing Odie''s phone to him.


    After powering it on, the phone quickly disyed top news alerts. As Sophie had predicted, the incident had made headlines on various media websites, with widespread spection of a terrorist attack and police involvement in the investigation.


    Gattlin swallowed nervously beside them.


    If this incident was traced back to Minton International, apany long associated with underworld dealings, it could uncover their operations.


    "It was just two mercenaries, and they''re already dead. You think I''d be scared?" Odie said as he ced the phone on the table and continued his meal methodically.


    "Of course, you''re not scared. However, this could still trouble Minton International, forcing you to sacrifice some of your key yers to protect yourself," Sophie remarked, ncing at Gattlin.


    If her guess was right, Gattlin had brought those mercenaries, and now, he would have to take the fall.


    Hearing this, Gattlin shivered. He understood the implication behind Sophie''s look.


    "I can help you resolve this issue and ensure the safety of your key subordinates," Sophie continued. "Oh? And how do you propose to help?"


    "Just give me a phone. I''ll set up an ount, take a selfie, and post it with text and a title suggesting f wasn''t the victim of a terrorist attack and it was just a show stunt That should clear things up."


    Hearing Sophie''s solution, Gattlin quickly added, "Mr. Odie, I think Ms. Sophie''s n is excellent."


    Odie cast a nce at Gattlin, who immediately fell silent.


    "Fine, I''ll give you a phone."


    As Odie signaled Gattlin to fetch a phone, Sophie stopped him. "Wait!"


    Odie frowned, "What else do you want?"


    "I have no further demands. It''s just that there''s a perfectly good phoneContent is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    right here. I can use this one to?


    create an ount and post


    something quickly."


    Odie didn''t object and pushed the phone towards Sophie. "You have ten minutes."


    "Understood."


    Sophie worked quickly, taking a photo and swiftly navigating through Odie''s phone, which was surprisingly clean of any apps. "Don''t even think about using my phone to send messages out. My phone is under constant surveince," Odie mentioned.


    "Don''t worry, I''m not that foolish. I just didn''t want James to exhaust resources looking for me," Sophie responded, then added, "Give me five more minutes. I need too


    download an app."


    Odie remained silent.


    While Odie was distracted, Sophie turned on the app''s location permissions, quickly set up an ount, and posted the selfie with her prepared text.