Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)

Sophie walked out of Odie's study with a stack of documents, and from the top of the staircase, she spotted Timothy standing awkwardly downstairs. He looked utterly clueless about what he was supposed to do.

Without missing a beat, Sophie took charge. "Timothy, you can start by preparing lunch. But here at Mr. Odie's house, all meals are made from fresh ingredients. So, you'll need to drive to the farmers' market three kilometers away for vegetables, then head to the seafood market 3.8 kilometers away for seafood, and finally, visit the butcher five kilometers away for fresh meat before coming back to cook."

Timothy looked at her, speechless.

"And after lunch, we have half an hour to eat. Post-lunch, you'll wash the dishes, do the household chores, prepare the afternoon tea, and at three, you'll need to go out and shop for dinner ingredients. After dinner, you've got an hour to clean up, ensure each room has hot water, and prepare the warm milk before bed. By the time you're done, it'll be around ten, and you'll need to start prepping for tomorrow's breakfast. The Minton family breakfast has twelve different mini quiches, mostly Western-style, so it's a bit of a hassle. I suggest you hit the sack right at ten."

Timothy's brow furrowed deeply. There were clearly other servants in the Minton household, but Sophie was dumping all this on him alone.

Was she deliberately making things hard for him?

"If you think you can't handle this, Timothy, you're free to leave. S Corporation won't need you, and we'll consider my previous offer void."

Sophie's tone left no room for argument.

Timothy took a deep breath. "I can handle it."

"Good, get to it then."

Sophie turned and went back to her room.

Meanwhile, Sandy and Angelo had been eavesdropping from the second floor, watching the whole scene unfold.

They had no idea where this new kid had come from, but it was clear Sophie was making things ridiculously tough. Who treats a servant like that?

"Hey, don't we usually skip breakfast?" Sandy whispered.

"Yup, we usually sleep right through it," Angelo replied, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

Suspicious. Very suspicious.

They decided to call James to get to the bottom of it.

Angelo pulled out his phone, ready to dial James when Sandy, curious as ever, asked, "Bro, what are you doing?"

"I..."

As Angelo glanced at James's contact, Sandy caught a glimpse. "Weird, why do you have James's number? What're you calling him for?"

"It's for business. You wouldn't

derstand. I'll make the call in

private. And don't mention awel.net

about what just happened

else..."

Angelo made a throat-slitting gesture.

Sandy rolled her eyes. What was so secretive about calling James?

Angelo retreated to his room and dialed James's number. James picked up almost immediately. "Is something wrong with Sophie?"

"Big bro, can you not start every call

by asking if someone's in

Even if there wasn't an

jinx it into happening Joe

James's voice was cool. "I've told you, unless it's about Sophie, don't contact me. We shouldn't keep in touch too often."

"It's not that. Today, Sophie brought home a teenager, around seventeen or eighteen, and he seems decent enough. But it looks like he

tampered with Sophie's car Ov