Chapter 188

The other members of Group G were still asleep, lost in their decams. Francis, having finished washing up, kept glancing toward them. Finally, Odalys said, "Want to join us for breakfast?"

Before she could finish the sentence, Francis was already sprinting over, howl in hand. The moment he saw the spread Odalys had prepared—along with the food Percival had delivered yesterday—his mouth watered. It was a feast, and everyone dug in, savoring the delicious food.

"This is really good," Selah said, chewing happily. Freya quickly shoved a few pieces of chocolate into her mouth, saying, "I had no idea chocolate could taste this good. This is my first time trying this kind!"

"Same here," Stellan added in agreement. Incis raised his hand in thanks. "Thanks, Odalys."

The group chatted and laughed, but when they turned, they saw Finnian standing a little farther away, his gaze distant and filled with sorrow. His eyes were fixed on Odalys with a bitter, almost helpless expression, like a child abandoned by his parents.

"Alright, let's go," Sophia's voice interrupted the moment. Today, she seemed in a much better mood. She had changed into a pale yellow dress and sandals, showing her toenails. Her makeup was flawless, a stark contrast to her previous disheveled state.

Atlas stood with his arms crossed, his attention caught by Sophia. For a brief moment, a look of admiration flickered in his eyes.

"Sophia, let's go. The weather's nice today. I'm sure we'll find something good," she said with a sweet smile, her lips lifting slightly, making her seem even more alluring.

Atlas's heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, he stepped closer, reaching out to take the things she was carrying. "Alright, today I won't let you go hungry," he said, his tone warmer than usual.

"You're so nice," Sophia blushed, giving him a playful smile. As she moved closer, she casually wrapped her arm around his, brushing against his chest. It seemed like an innocent gesture, but the deliberate intimacy was unmistakable.

Atlas's body stiffened, but before he could react, Sophia's eyes twinkled mischievously at his discomfort. She was a master at flirting, drawing men in with just the right amount of ambiguity. All she had to do was look innocent.

"Are you coming?" Atlas asked, turning his gaze to Finnian.

He didn't even look at Francis. Since last night, he had felt a strange animosity toward him. Although they were in the same group, Francis had already eaten a meal from next door while they had been left hungry. Seeing Francis now filled him with inexplicable distaste. Why should he get a meal when they didn't?

"Sure," Finnian said, a bitter smile curling his lips. Da Eimutan moved to follow, but suddenly froze when Odalys—quickly suppressing a sound—tried to keep her feelings hidden.

"Sophia," her voice rang out clearly, catching everyone's attention. The entire group looked up in surprise. Odalys's gaze immediately caught his; his eyes lit up in anticipation, but then Everyone knew that Odalys and Sophia had never gotten along; Odalys had always refused to even acknowledge her. But now, she was calling her by name.

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Chapter 188 (continued)

The director, sensing something brewing, immediately signaled the camera crew to zoom in on Odalys and Sophia.

"What is it?" Sophia asked, her voice betraying a trace of unease as she stepped forward, her gaze flickering nervously. Atlas immediately moved to stand protectively behind her, his eyes narrowing as he focused on Odalys, who was walking toward them with a cold, determined stride. Without realizing it, Atlas took a half-step back.

"You don't think that just because I didn't deal with you last night, everything is over, do you?" Odalys's voice was sharp and frosty.

Sophia shivered involuntarily at the coldness in her tone. Her hand clenched tightly around the fabric of her dress, the weight of Odalys's words sinking in. Something inside her screamed in fear, as if her dirty little secrets were about to be exposed.

"Odalys, what are you talking about!" Sophia's eyes narrowed, her voice rising with anger. "I know you've never liked me, but does that mean you have to humiliate me in front of everyone?"

Her face flushed red with rage as she stormed past Atlas and stopped right in front of Odalys. She tilted her chin up defiantly, but her eyes were filled with unshed tears. A few quick blinks, and the tears spilled over, tracing down her pale cheeks. With a sad, almost rehearsed smile, she looked up at the camera, allowing the lenses to capture the perfect image of her vulnerability.

Sophia said, "You always find ways to make my life difficult. You've teamed up with others to isolate me, right? You just wanted to use this show to destroy me. Now, I'm barely holding it together, and you still won't leave me alone. Why? What do you want from me?"

Her voice cracked as she continued, "Is this some kind of punishment? Are you trying to pin things on me again? Do you want me to break down completely!"

Her words were full of sorrow, and the melancholy in her voice made it seem as if she were on the verge of a complete breakdown. Several staff members, who were watching, exchanged sympathetic glances; some seemed ready to speak up on her behalf. But Odalys was unfazed.

She let out a small chuckle, shaking her head as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "If you were this good at acting, you might have a real future in it. But you've got your focus all wrong," she said, her tone full of mocking amusement.

She stepped forward, towering over Sophia (5'3")—making her seem small and insignificant compared to Odalys (5'6"). The difference in their heights, combined with Odalys's natural confidence, caused a sudden, overwhelming pressure on Sophia. Sophia instinctively took a step back, trying to create some distance, but the pressure was immense.

Odalys said, "You remember yesterday when we went out? After Finnian and Francis had left, you made sure to lead Atlas away on purpose. You went to find Rafael in the village, made a deal with him, and even provided him with a phone to set up in our room. You wanted him to take advantage of Freya, record the video, and then use it against her. You planned to ruin Freya's reputation, force her into marriage with Rafael, and manipulate her into having his children. You wanted her out of the way so you could steal her resources and destroy her career. Am I right?" Odalys's voice rang out with conviction, each word cutting through the air.

Everyone froze in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief as they turned to stare at Sophia. Sophia's face, which had been pale with rage just moments ago, drained of color. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head in panic, her lips trembling as she tried to deny it. How did Odalys know about this? She had been so careful. No one could have seen what she had done. No one knew about her secret plan.

"No, Odalys was lying. She was trying to deceive me," Sophia thought.