The woman wore a black floor-length formal dress, accentuating her fair skin and beauty. Her long legs peeked in and out from the high slit.
When she saw Thomas Shannon, the arrogance in her gaze disappeared.
It became gentle and softened a little.
"Good evening, Young Master Shannon."
The woman tilted her head gracefully, a charming smile curving at the corner of her lips.
Thomas Shannon ignored her greeting, turned his head, and looked at Sophie Sullivan. "Hungry? Go and find something for yourself to eat. Lan Singh and I have some things to discuss."
Sophie knew that her mission for this trip was to quietly be a vase.
After hearing Thomas Shannon’s words, she wasn’t surprised and nodded. "Understood. You guys can come look for me when you’re done."
As Sophie turned to walk away, her wrist was caught by the man.
She looked back in confusion. Under the brilliant lights of the banquet hall, Thomas Shannon was incredibly handsome!
His sexy, thin lips curled into a captivating and charming smile. His dark eyes, deep as obsidian, were utterly enchanting.
"Take care of yourself, and don’t let what happened last time happen again."
He was referring to the night of Fluffy Zane’s birthday banquet, when Sophie had suddenly fainted.
Sophie nodded perfunctorily and hastily averted her gaze from his face.
Damn! Really damn! Why did he have to smile so seductively? Didn’t he know to maintain manners in public venues and not randomly entice people?
Sophie shook off his hand, lifted her skirt hem slightly, and walked towards the buffet table.
"Young Master Guillen, I will not disturb your conversation with Young Master Shannon." The woman, smiling charmingly, released William Guillen’s arm and gracefully went elsewhere.
William Guillen put his hands in his suit trouser pockets and raised his chin. "Let’s go."
Thomas Shannon stood still and called for Charlie River.
"Young Master, do you have any instructions?"
"Leave two men behind to watch the maniac. Don’t let her get into trouble."
Charlie River nodded in understanding. "Yes, Young Master."
Thomas Shannon, finally feeling reassured, went upstairs with William Guillen.
Led by a waiter, Thomas Shannon and William Guillen went to the hotel meeting room.
"President, please." The waiter opened the conference room door.
William Guillen waved his hand. "You all leave. No one is allowed to enter without orders."
In the conference room, William Guillen sat down casually. Thomas Shannon sat on the desk, lit a cigarette, and looked at William Guillen. "Care for one?"
William Guillen stretched out his hand, frowning. "That old fellow hasn’t arrived yet. I’m not sure if he’ll come tonight, so don’t get your hopes up too high with me."
The ’old fellow’ William Guillen referred to was a man who had pursued his mother years ago; for so many years, he had never given up on her.
Even though his parents had been married for decades and he himself had grown up, the old man still hadn’t given up.
Coincidentally, the doctor Charlie River had found was none other than him, George Stanford.
George Stanford had been passionate about research his entire life. He particularly excelled in the facial restoration of burn injuries, having reached a pinnacle of expertise in the field.
He had restored thousands of faces, with not a single failure among them.
Even the outcomes of his least successful surgeries resulted in an 80% restoration of the original appearance.
As for scar repair, it was even more of a piece of cake for him.
George Stanford was a world-renowned, palace-level facial restoration master. Every year, countless people sought him out for treatment, coming from all over the world.
Perhaps all successful people have their own strange principles and tempers.