Chapter 190

As the camera zoomed in on the phone, many people instantly recognized the case—everyone who had seen Sophia’s photos or knew her well could tell it was hers.

[Itumn, this bitch. She’s the ultimate bitch.] [I’ve been wondering why no one mentioned Freya’s incident after last night. I thought it was just part of the script, but it turns out it’s all connected. This is explosive! Odalys is practically clairvoyant.] [If Odalys hadn’t done the Star reading, would Freya have ended up in trouble? Odalys, you’re a lifesaver. You’re Freya’s hero. Sophia needs to get out of the entertainment industry.] [How did she manage to place the iPad and phone so perfectly in position? Is she some kind of psychic?!] [That phone case is definitely Sophia’s. I have her pictures—she’s always using that exact phone case.] [Francis and Stellan are a perfect duo. Their coordination is so on point; they just jumped in and restrained her—so cool!]

The stunned silence in the room was mirrored online. No one expected such a bombshell so early in the morning, especially one involving such a dramatic public confrontation.

“You didn’t want to speak earlier, so I guess this phone isn’t yours after all. Maybe I misunderstood,” Odalys said, her tone dripping with feigned regret. “I found this phone when Freya was injured and I went into her room. At the time, I didn’t know whose it was, so I just picked it up.”

Odalys looked down at the phone with a slow, deliberate motion. “I guess it’s not yours, so I’m left with no choice but to open it and see what’s inside—check the photos and any other clues. That way, we can identify the owner,” she continued sweetly, with a hint of mockery in her voice. Her finger tapped the phone screen lightly, and Sophia’s face turned ashen.

Sophia was stunned, but not yet panicking. After all, her phone was locked with a password and fingerprint. Odalys couldn’t get into it. As long as she denied ownership, no one could prove it was her phone. Sophia silently breathed a sigh of relief—but before she could think further, Odalys swiftly swiped the screen, the device flashing to life. Within moments, she had opened WhatsApp.

“No!” Sophia screamed, her eyes wide with horror. “That’s my phone! You can’t look at my WhatsApp messages!”

In a fury, she lunged forward, trying to snatch the phone back. But Odalys raised the phone high above her head, her face a picture of confused innocence as she spoke sweetly, “Didn’t you just say this wasn’t your phone? How is your hand in our room, then? And by the way, there’s a video here, one filmed right in our room. It’s the one where Rafael tried to hurt Freya. The moment he attacked her, he said something about ‘she didn’t lie to me after all.’”

Odalys took a step closer, holding Sophia’s phone as she used it to tilt her chin upward. The mocking tone in her voice sharpened as she asked, “And who exactly is ‘she’ in Rafael’s words? Also, the video clearly shows you sitting on Rafael’s lap. If it’s not you, then who else could it be? Don’t tell me this was all just some scene directed by the producers, setting you up for some flirty moment with Rafael?”

Every word felt like a dagger, cutting deep into Sophia’s composure. Her face twisted with anger and hatred, but she couldn’t say anything.

“Enough, Odalys!” Atlas finally snapped. He was starting to realize the gravity of the situation. He hadn’t expected Sophia to pull something like this. Freya’s background was unknown to most, but she had strong resources, and there was definitely someone powerful behind her. Offending Freya wouldn’t end well for the Bennett family. Now, by attacking her, Sophia had made herself a target, and possibly put the Bennett family in a precarious position.

“Oh, it’s more than enough. Only a fool like you would let yourself be manipulated by her,” Odalys shot back, her voice dripping with disdain. “What right do you have to shout at me! You’re the one who’s blind. You’ve been hugging her and thinking she’s this pure, innocent girl. But look—there she is, sitting on Rafael’s lap, letting him kiss her. She’d rather be kissed by him than you. Does that not bother you? Or have you forgotten how sweetly she called your name when you held her?”

Odalys’s words were like poison, and every one of them made everyone in the room want to applaud. Freya, watching Odalys with wide eyes, felt an overwhelming sense of admiration. She almost wanted to run up and ask for advice.

“You…” Atlas seethed, his teeth clenched, but his voice faltered. He was too shaken by what Odalys had exposed. He couldn’t look away from the memory of seeing Sophia on Rafael’s lap, and it tore him apart. Why had it all changed? Why had everything become so twisted? She hadn’t been like this before.

“Don’t rush,” Odalys continued, her tone light as ever. “Let me see what’s inside her WhatsApp messages first.”

The crowd, leaning in, were practically salivating with anticipation. They didn’t care about privacy anymore—they just wanted to see the drama unfold. Everyone was curious about what might be in the messages.

Odalys glanced at Stellan, then at Francis, giving them a silent signal. The two of them, in perfect synchrony, loosened their grip on Sophia’s shoulders as Odalys swiped open WhatsApp.

Sophia, seizing the opportunity, broke free from their hold and dashed forward, snatching the phone out of Odalys’s hand.

“Odalys, you dare look at my WhatsApp?” Sophia’s voice was filled with rage.

As she clutched the phone to her chest, the room fell completely silent. She looked around, meeting the gaze of everyone there, and realized, too late, that she had fallen into Odalys’s trap. Ever since yesterday, she had been distracted, planning on how to retrieve her phone. She’d intentionally dressed up, hoping to lead everyone outside, then pretend her clothes got dirty so she could sneak back and get the phone while Odalys and the others were gone. But Odalys had caught her off guard. Instead of waiting for her to make a move, she had already set the trap in motion—filming the whole thing. Sophia couldn’t help but wonder, Has Odalys been watching me the entire time? How has she managed to position the iPad and phone so perfectly without anyone noticing?

Frustration bubbled inside her. Why had it all gone wrong? “Help me!” she cried out desperately, but it was too little, too late. No matter how much she tried to lie, it was already too late.

Worse, at that very moment, Rafael woke up. The pain from his injuries was unbearable. Although the bleeding had stopped, the agony was worse than before—his skin felt as if it were being torn apart, and a constant itch gnawed at him, but he couldn’t pinpoint where. He felt like he was living in hell. The first thing he did when he regained consciousness was search for Odalys. She had saved him once before, and she might have a way to help him again. He pushed through the crowd, stumbling towards Odalys, but what he saw made his blood boil. Odalys had Sophia in her grasp, dragging her toward him and shoving her into his face.

“Sophia said she didn’t come to see you yesterday,” Odalys said with a casual smile.

Rafael was confused, but not stupid. He’d suspected something from the beginning. This woman had been trouble, and he feared offending Odalys. His anger reached its peak. He stormed forward and grabbed Sophia by the skirt, yanking her toward him. “Didn’t come to see me? Damn it, look at what you’ve done to me!” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “It’s all your fault. You seduced me. You made me do that to that woman. You said she was a rich second-generation, that we could trap her and keep her in the village to have kids for me.”