Chapter 131
“Are you joking?” Odalys laughed coldly. “She tried to harm me. Why should I feed her? Is she shameless, or are you?” She narrowed her eyes. “Besides, do you think someone starves after one day without food? Even with only water, she could last a week. There's plenty of food here. Can't you find some?”
“Or do you think you have to steal to survive?” she continued. “That you can take advantage of others without effort? We earned everything we have, and we almost died because of her. Do you think I'd just hand you anything?” Her voice grew colder, laced with a sneer.
Atlas felt a weight in his chest, ashamed and exposed by her words.
Odalys pressed on. “You expect things from me, but never treat me right. Do you think you're so clever that you can just open your mouth and get whatever you want?” She raised an eyebrow. “Or are you just that selfish?”
Atlas’s face flushed with anger. He’d never imagined such harshness from Odalys. Humiliated, he wished he could disappear. Fuming, he glared at her, his eyes filled with fury. Without a word, he stormed off.
“Odalys, don’t be so blunt. You’ll make an enemy in the entertainment industry—not a smart move,” Selah said worriedly. “It’s all about connections and resources. The Bennett Group, an entertainment company, has its own network. They could easily blacklist you.”
“I don’t care,” Odalys replied, laughing. “I don’t have to stay in the entertainment industry. The world is huge; I have plenty of choices.”
6:30 PM
Chapter 131
Odalys walked toward the room. Not far away, Sophia, with red-rimmed eyes, glared at her with intense hatred. Sophia hadn't expected Odalys to use the variety show to gain Stellan and Freya's support. Selah, in Sophia's estimation, was inconsequential. But Freya and Stellan were well-connected, rumored to be the children of wealthy capitalists. Sophia had previously tried to get close to them, but they’d clashed over resources. Now, with them on Odalys' side, Sophia's position was threatened.
Instantly, the livestream went silent. All eyes had been on Odalys throughout the event. She had kicked Atlas, slapped Finnian, stabbed him in the hand, and thrown Sophia to the ground. The scene was more intense than any TV drama. Viewers had never seen such open defiance, such confidence. Sophia and the others were speechless, too terrified to even cry. Odalys' dominance was almost suffocating, even through the screen.
[Damn, Odalys is definitely the queen. She’s so cool.] [Oh, my queen, I adore her so much. I hope Odalys starts doing action movies. I’ll be her biggest fan.] [Freya, get to Odalys’ side and beg her to protect you. This show is terrifying.] [Finnian was almost a murderer. He deserved that beating.]
The moment Odalys struck Finnian, the livestream seemed to freeze. Everyone held their breath, staring in disbelief. No one intervened. What she was doing was right. The production team didn't step in; the director remained silent. Odalys was clearly in the right, and no one dared challenge her. Her words were irrefutable; no evidence was needed. Sophia’s reputation was destroyed.
In the VIP ward, Caspian lay in bed, half-destroyed, his body stitched with 318 stitches, his left hand fractured. He stared at the ceiling, shocked and stunned.
“Who did you piss off?” Henry rushed in, worried. “Why would they attack you so openly in the hospital?”
Just as Henry finished scolding him, Caspian turned to the nearby TV. He was about to turn it off when he saw Odalys. She kicked Atlas, slapped him, and pierced Finnian's hand. Finally, she grabbed Sophia by the neck and threw her into a water bucket, causing a loud crash. The hospital room went eerily quiet.