"Mr. Odie, I don''t know how." Sophie looked at Odie earnestly.


    She couldn''t manage to roll the exact numbers Odie wanted onmand like the other dealers.


    Odie''s gaze narrowed dangerously. "You don''t know, and yet you let me bring you here to make money?"


    "Being unable to do something and making money are two different things," Sophie said. "Look, didn''t I also help you make money just now?"


    Odie frowned.


    "Even though I can''t predict the numbers I''ll roll, I know that if someone consistently bets only on high or only on low to increase their bet each time, they can''t always win."


    "You''re proud of such a trivial trick?" Odie said coldly. "If it weren''t for the fact that you were facing a total novice earlier, do you think you could have won his money?"


    Sophie took the scolding quietly.


    "If you can''t be a dealer, then go back. Don''t waste my time here."


    Odie gave Sophie a cold nce and said to the manager beside him, "Send her back. Don''t embarrass me here.”


    "Yes, Mr. Odie." The manager said to Sophie, "Ms. Sophie, this way, please."


    Sophie awkwardly said, "I can''t do this, but I can do other things. The Minton family has plenty of legitimate businesses out in the open, and I don''t believe you don''t have other jobs for me, Mr. Odie."


    "The Minton family does have its share of shady businesses, but I advise you to think carefully. In Minton International, there are only two kinds of jobs for women. Which one do you think suits you?"


    Odie''s hint was clear, but Sophie understood. The roles avable for women in Minton International were limited to the kinds she experienced today and at thest Minton International dinner.


    In Odie''s world, he never respected women, probably because all the women he encountered throughout his life could only do these things.


    Sophie calmly said, "Trantor, investment advisor, pianist, finance manager - any profession you can think of, Mr. Odie, I can do." "Trantor? Investment advisor? Finance manager? With the grades you got at Eastwood College by pulling strings?"


    "It seems you have looked into me."


    Odie smirked coldly. "What do you


    think?"


    "Mr. Odie, I have a master''s degree innguages. It wasn''t something I bought."


    Sophie looked at the crowd around them and spontaneously spoke to a man in French. The man indeed smiled at Sophie and began a brief linguistic exchange with her.


    The manager beside them said in surprise, "Mr. Odie, thisdy speaks very fluently."


    Sophie looked at Odie, only to see his expression unchanged.


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    The manager said, "Mr. Odie, our


    pianist earns about twenty thousand a month and onlyes to y on Rand Saturdays and Sundays. Thisdy ys really well."


    Odie looked at Sophie sitting by the piano, silent for a while. He walked over and tapped the no, signaling Sophie to stop. She indeed stopped ying and asked, "Mr. Odie, have you changed your mind?" TheBelongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


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    "There''s another piano in the square. If you can attract a thousand people to watch you y, I''ll consider letting you stay."