They sure did look the same. Both were milkshakes.
The formidable CEO, known for his ruthlessness in the business world of Minton International, was drinking a milkshake first thing in the morning.
“What’s the problem?”
“How much sugar did you put in?”
That first sip had Sophie feeling like she was in hell. She was convinced it was extra sweet. Even for a sugarholic, it would feel like overkill.
Odie just drank it without batting an eye.
“I don’t know, but it tastes good.” Odie wasn't particularly interested in this topic and said indifferently, “I’ve given you an explanation for last night’s events. Since you didn’t take the chance to escape, I’ll reward you.”
Hearing the word ‘reward,’ Sophie perked up.
Could Odie actually be this generous?
“You have a day to think about what you want. As long as it’s reasonable, I’ll consider it.”
“I want a phone.”
“Denied.” Odie rejected Sophie’s request almost immediately.
Sophie laughed in frustration. “Odie, you can’t afford a phone?”
“I’m not an idiot. Give you a phone so you can reveal your location and have James rescue you?”
Odie casually took another sip of his milkshake and said, “I’ll give you another chance. Don’t rush your answer.”
After saying this, Odie glanced at Jonah, who was standing by. Jonah immediately understood and told Sophie, “Ms. Sophie, you may go now.”
Realizing that Odie refused to continue the conversation, Sophie frowned slightly and said, “I’ve decided what I want.”
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