"Young Master Shannon, since you can’t stand the sight of me, then just give me a mission."
Just like the mission given to Minimus Hart. Maybe I’ll be lucky and encounter someone easier to deal with than Thomas Shannon. Perhaps I can quickly cure my face and throat, and not have to survive in this treacherous place, constantly on guard against being set up.
"Do you know what you’re asking for?" Thomas Shannon’s face darkened, his deep, cold eyes revealing a brewing storm.
It felt like the prelude to a storm.
The maids in the courtyard, heads bowed, heard Sophie’s words, and to varying degrees, a sense of eager anticipation for the drama about to unfold grew within them. That maniac is too lawless; it’s time someone taught her a lesson. Otherwise, she’ll never learn her place.
Sophie’s expression remained unchanged, her resolve firm. "I know."
"Good. Very good." Thomas Shannon nodded, his smile carried a hint of bloodthirsty cruelty.
He turned abruptly and tossed over his shoulder, "Follow me."
Sophie hesitated for a few seconds. A strange feeling stirred in her heart, but before she could dwell on it, she followed him.
Sophie was roughly shoved into the car, entirely without gentleness.
She sat expressionlessly beside Thomas Shannon, her gaze fixed forward, not sparing him even a sidelong glance.
The sound of a metal lighter flicking open and igniting.
Soon, the smell of nicotine spread throughout the compartment.
Sophie frowned slightly, instinctively turning her head to look out the car window.
Thomas Shannon chuckled coldly. "You want a mission? If you can’t even stand this, what kind of mission do you think you can handle?"
Sophie pursed her lips and remained silent.
Her head was suddenly wrenched around, forcing her to face him. Thomas Shannon’s deep, unfathomable eyes locked intensely onto hers. "Maniac, you still have time to regret it."
Hmph, ’no regrets,’ she says.
Thomas Shannon held the cigarette in one hand, his eyes narrowed as he took an exceedingly elegant, deep drag, smoke curling from his sexy, thin lips. "Don’t blame me for not giving you a chance."
"Did you agree to give me a mission?"
"Heh, I’ve never seen anyone so eager to debase themselves."
Thomas Shannon’s lips curled into a mocking smile. "Don’t worry, I’ve prepared a ’fine specimen’ for you. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied."
"Thank you," Sophie replied, then stubbornly turned her head away.
Thomas Shannon was not annoyed; he merely sneered and resumed exhaling clouds of smoke.
The atmosphere in the car instantly plunged to a freezing point.
Charlie River’s mobile phone rang. He answered it and immediately, respectfully handed the phone to Thomas Shannon.
"Young Master, it’s a call from Madam."
Thomas Shannon pressed out his cigarette butt, took the mobile phone, and said, "Mother."
This was the first time Sophie had heard Thomas Shannon speak without that arrogant, condescending air of superiority, his tone almost gentle.
Sensing her curious gaze on him, Thomas Shannon’s handsome, cold face instantly darkened.
He switched the phone to his other hand, his voice dropping a few degrees. "I’m fine, not too busy..."
Sophie turned her head away. I don’t want to listen anyway!
The phone call lasted for ten minutes, and his expression remained remarkably gentle throughout.
One could imagine he must deeply respect his mother.
As Sophie’s mind wandered, the black Rolls-Royce pulled to a smooth stop in front of a top-tier club.
Charlie River was the first to exit. He respectfully opened the car door. "Young Master, if you please."
Thomas Shannon alighted from the car, and Sophie followed closely behind.
The club manager stood at the doorway, enthusiastically welcoming them and extending a sincere greeting to Young Master Shannon upon his arrival.