Get rid of Thomas Shannon’s woman?
Frank Mitchell tapped his fingers lightly on the desk. "Samuel, your request is not simple. I need to think long and hard about it."
"What, you can’t do it?"
Amelia Shaw’s heart skipped a beat.
"You said it yourself, the maniac is Thomas Shannon’s woman. Thomas Shannon cherishes even his pets, let alone his own woman. Getting rid of the maniac isn’t something that can be done overnight; it requires meticulous planning."
He didn’t want Thomas Shannon to vent his wrath on him just for a woman. If he was going to get rid of the maniac, the plan had to be watertight. He had to ensure he couldn’t be implicated.
Amelia Shaw felt Frank Mitchell had a point. She curbed her impatience and asked softly, "How long will your planning take?"
"Give me a few days. I’ll notify you once the plan is ready. We’ll coordinate our efforts from both inside and out and aim to eliminate her in one fell swoop."
Hearing Frank Mitchell’s words, Amelia Shaw felt a sense of relief. "Alright."
After hanging up, Amelia Shaw cautiously glanced around. Once she confirmed no one was nearby, she quickly left the flower garden.
Until the plan was finalized, she had to lie low and avoid provoking the maniac. Appease her first, then eliminate her!
In the evening, Minimus Hart approached Sophie Sullivan. She looked at Sophie Sullivan expressionlessly. "Young Master wants you to get ready. You’re going out for dinner later."
"What did you say?" Sophie Sullivan lazily lifted her eyelids, casting a casual glance at her.
Knowing Sophie Sullivan was deliberately making things difficult, Minimus Hart repeated the message without a change in her expression.
Sophie Sullivan chuckled. "I heard you. Now you can get lost."
Minimus Hart gave a faint smile and turned to leave.
Maniac, let’s see how long you can stay so smug. Today in the flower garden, Amelia Shaw was furtively making a phone call, and the maid said it concerned the maniac. Presumably, Amelia Shaw’s next move must be against the maniac. She didn’t need to do a thing, just wait to reap the rewards.
Sophie Sullivan found it strange. Why would Thomas Shannon suddenly ask her out for dinner for no apparent reason?
Regardless, she returned to her bedroom and carefully dressed herself.
After putting on the gorgeous ruby mask, Harry bounded over. She held Harry securely and scratched its head. "Spoiled."
Harry nuzzled its furry little head against her palm, meowing affectionately.
At 6:30 p.m., a man in black punctually escorted her out of the manor.
Once she left the manor, Sophie Sullivan surprisingly had no thoughts of escaping.
The recovery of her voice was entirely thanks to the doctor Thomas Shannon had arranged, and the healing of her face depended entirely on him too.
She wouldn’t attempt to escape until her face had fully healed.
「Golden Wing Palace.」
Sophie Sullivan was taken by the man in black directly from the underground garage to the upstairs restaurant.
Walking on the expensive carpet in the corridor, Sophie Sullivan saw men in black vigilantly guarding the entrance to the VIP lounge, with Charlie River at their head.
Seeing her approach, Charlie River knocked on the door. "Young Master, the maniac is here."
"Young Master says you can go in." After speaking to Sophie Sullivan, Charlie River pushed open the door.
Inside the luxurious private room, Thomas Shannon’s black shirt was half-open, revealing a wide expanse of his sexy chest.
Opposite him sat William Guillen and Edward Benson. While Thomas Shannon and Edward Benson were alone, a pure and demure-looking woman was nestled beside William Guillen.
Sophie Sullivan stood at the doorway, hesitating about whether to enter.
Thomas Shannon turned his head, his long, narrow eyes fixed intently on her.