At this hour, only one ce was still open for delivery. Probably because of the cold weather, the soup had gone cold. And when fish soup cools down, it turns fishy real quick. Odie''s face twisted with disgust. "Chuck it out. And file aint."


    "... Yes, boss." Jonah silently picked up the soup and deliberately spilled it back into the bag.


    Irritated, Odie nced at the documents on the table, muttering, "Ady who''s never had to lift a finger suddenly knows how to make soup? Quite the surprise."


    Suddenly, Odie thought about Sophie. This woman wasn''t just good at making soup. She yed the piano, danced, and had a knack for manipting people. From their first encounter until now, nearly a year had passed. He''d kidnapped Sophie countless times, yet he never got the upper hand. If anything, he always ended up worse off.


    And yet, he found himself oddly drawn to her schemes.


    Could it be... this woman was his curse?


    "She''s my curse," Odie concluded seriously.


    If not for Sophie being his curse, how could he end up looking like a fool every time she yed him?


    Ever since Sophie came into his life, his luck had nosedived. His family estate in Devonport was burned down, one fiancée died, and another broke off their engagement in public. The power he had built overseas had crumbled too.


    All things considered, Sophie was a disaster.


    He needed to keep his distance from her in the future.


    The next morning, Sophie got up early to make a loving breakfast for Colby, only to find Odie reading the newspaper by the sofa as she came downstairs.


    Sophie intended to greet Odie out of politeness, but as soon as she raised her hand, Odie directed Jonah, "Jonah, bring breakfast to my room."


    Without another word, Odie went


    staircase opposite from Sophie''s, just


    Sights, even choosing the t


    to avoid her.


    Sophie: "..."


    After Jonah tidied up the breakfast on the table, Sophie asked, "Jonah, what''s up with your boss?"


    "Not sure."This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    "Who ticked him off? He started throwing a tantrum first thing in the morning."


    "Not sure."


    No matter what Sophie said, Jonah had only this three-word response.


    Sophie was baffled. Could it be because of the carp soup yesterday? Was Odie that petty? Holding onto a grudge over that?


    Sophie shook her head in resignation.


    Such small-mindedness, barely bigger than a sesame seed.


    When Sophie walked into the kitchen, she saw Polly tidying up As Polly turned around and saw Sophie, she paused, about to leave, but Sophie said, "Are you still seeking revenge?"


    Polly stopped in her tracks, looking back at Sophie with hesitation, "I...”


    "Actually, I''ve noticed that you don''t really want revenge on Odie. You hate him, but never dared to act on it. Over time, you can''t tell if you hate Odie or your irresponsible father Living like this is a shackle. If you want to leave the Minton family and live your own life, it might be a


    choice worth considering."


    Hearing Sophie''s words, Polly shook her head and said, “Thank you, Ms. Sophie, but I''ve decided not to leave."