The rough, coarse voice continuously resonating in his ear was quite a mood-killer.
The doctor repeatedly assured him, "Young Master, rest assured. I will cure the maniac’s throat as soon as possible."
After hanging up the telephone, Thomas Shannon tossed the mobile phone to Charlie River beside him.
Charlie River lowered his binoculars and said, "Young Master, Claude is coming."
On the sea, another yacht appeared, approaching at high speed.
Thomas Shannon leisurely reeled in his fishing rod; a decent-sized tuna was visibly hanging from the fishhook.
He handed the fishing rod to a nearby man in black, who promptly pulled the tuna onto the yacht and placed it into a water tank.
As the two yachts gradually drew parallel, Claude stood on deck, facing the sea breeze. He took off his sunglasses with one hand and laughed heartily, "Young Master Shannon, long time no see."
"Long time no see, Claude." Thomas Shannon grinned.
Supporting himself on the railing with one hand, Claude agilely jumped over. His accompanying bodyguards anxiously tried to stop him but were halted by his raised hand. "It’s fine," he said. "Young Master Shannon and I are old friends."
Although Claude had said this, his bodyguards didn’t dare to let their guard down. They stood in a neat row on the deck, ready to act at any moment.
Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, an eyebrow slightly raised. "Shall we chat inside?"
"I was thinking the same thing." Claude chuckled heartily and patted Thomas Shannon’s shoulder.
Upon entering the cabin, the man in black was ordered to wait outside, leaving only Charlie River to provide close protection.
Claude had come with utmost sincerity. In less than two hours, a weapons deal worth billions was struck.
"Mister Claude, I toast you." Thomas Shannon raised his wine glass, his handsome face, as always, exuding elegance and composure.
The innate aristocratic air about him made him seem forever unattainable.
Claude looked thoughtful. He raised his glass to clink it lightly against Thomas Shannon’s. "Young Master Shannon, interested in relaxing a bit?"
Claude laughed, his tone full of hidden meaning. "I brought some ’good stuff’ with me this time."
Thomas Shannon lowered his head and took a shallow sip of Whiskey. "Mister Claude, I’m afraid I must decline your kind offer."
"Why?" Claude was puzzled.
According to the intelligence he had gathered, Thomas Shannon’s manor housed numerous servants.
He had also made thorough preparations, intending to cater to Thomas Shannon’s tastes.
Unexpectedly, he refused!
"Young Master Shannon, trust my eye for quality! All this ’good stuff’ is top-notch!" Claude enthusiastically got up and left.
In a short while, all the women Claude had prepared came aboard Thomas Shannon’s yacht.
Claude put an arm around one of the women, stopping her. He looked up at Thomas Shannon. "Young Master Shannon, none of these catch your eye?"
Claude’s eyes narrowed as he carefully scrutinized Thomas Shannon, who genuinely didn’t seem to be feigning disinterest out of politeness.
A detached smile touched the corners of Thomas Shannon’s lips. "Apologies, I’ve been ’vegetarian’ recently."
"That’s a real pity." Claude looked regretful.
However, he soon laughed again. His face was alight with excitement, and the anticipation in his tone was unmistakable. "I look forward to our next collaboration. Hopefully, by then, you’ll have resumed eating meat."
Claude’s hearty laughter echoed within the cabin.
Charlie River scoffed internally. It wasn’t just a recent ’vegetarian’ phase! It was obvious Thomas Shannon was thinking about that ungrateful maniac. Charlie River just didn’t understand. A disfigured maniac, with a disobedient and ill-tempered personality—what on earth did the Young Master see in her?
Upon waking from her nap, Sophie Sullivan heard a chilling piece of news.