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.”
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