Chapter 709
Eaming a six–figure salary per month was indeed not low.
Sophie’s heart was aflutter She was unsure of what Odin was thinking at the moment, but now all she could do was take it one step at a
time.
It wasn’t long before Sophie followed the manger up to the second floor’s lounge area. Along the way, many covetous gazes landed on Sophie, making her extremely uncomfortable.
In the lounge, Odie sat in front of a billiards table, and the manager said, “Mr. Odie, she has arrived.”
“Hmm”
The lounge was filled with the acrid smell of cigars, making Sophia hold her breath. Odie put down his cigar a carefully.
“The dress is a bit too big.”
“This is Ms. Leticia’s gown. I’ll have new ones made for Ms. Sophie tomorrow”
Ms. Leticia?
Sophie searched her mind for anyone in Summerfield with that name.
Leticia…
She vaguely remembered that name in her past life. Odie’s wife seemed to call that name.
Could Ms. Leticia be the future Mrs. of Odie?
and scrutinized her figur
Sophie pondered carefully. In this life, there seemed to be no news of Odie’s engagement yet. It appeared that Leticia and Odie were probably still in the stage of cultivating their relationship.
“Sophie!”
Odies voice suddenly pierced into Sophie
Sophie’s ears, nearly shattering her eardrums.
Sophie came back to her senses, lifting her head to see Odie looking at her with a dark expression.
Sophie asked, “Mr. Odie, is there something you need?”
Tve called you three times. Are your ears just for show?”
I’m sorry, I was distracted.”
Sophie forced a smile.
Once Sophie acknowledged her mistake, Odie stood up, extinguished his cigar and said, “Your job from now on is to sit in front of the piano on the second floor and keep playing.”
“For how long?”
Odie approached Sophie, enunciating each word, “Just Keep. Playing.”
Each word fell heavily.
The manager at her side said, “Ms. Sophie, our business hours are from 6 PM to 6 AM the next day, totaling twelve hours.”
“Odie, are you deliberately making things difficult for me?”
The manager beside her heard Sophie directly call Odie by his name and was so shocked he broke into a sweat.
Sophie was being too bold, and the manager struggled to keep up with her pace.
After all, the person standing in front of them was Odie Minton! In Summerfield, who dared to address Odie by his name to his face?
The next second, Odie reached out and grasped Sophie’s chin, saying, “I merely agreed to give you a chance to stay. You wanted to be a pianist, and I granted it. What, having regrets now?”
Playing non–stop for twelve hours would ruin her hands in a few days. Odie was clearly doing this on purpose.
Sophie scoffed, swatting Odie’s hand away from her chin, saying, “Well then, Mr. Odie. Since you’ve promised to let me stay and provide me with an opportunity, I’ll gladly accept this lavish fortune.”
“That’s more like it. Odie waved his hand dismissively and said, “Take her out. Let her play.”
“Yes, Mr. Odie.”
The manager led Sophie to the plano just outside the lounge.
From where Sophie was positioned, she could be seen not only by the guests on the first flour but also by those on the second floor.