"If there’s even half a lie in what you just said, you’ll be infertile for the rest of your life!"
The man’s face darkened in an instant, his narrow eyes narrowing dangerously as he bit out, "Lit-tle... ma-ni-ac!"
What was she saying? Infertile? Was she cursing him to have no descendants for the rest of his life? She must be tired of her life!
Seeing his expression, Sophie Sullivan was a little scared and shrank back. Her cowardly appearance almost instantly pleased the furious Thomas Shannon.
"If you don’t swear, it means you like me."
Her timidity lasted all of three seconds before Sophie Sullivan, with renewed fierceness, said, "If you don’t dare to swear, doesn’t that prove you like me? If you dared to swear, and you *didn’t* like me, what would you have to be afraid of?"
Don’t even think about fooling her. If she couldn’t sense something like attraction, she’d be unworthy of being called a woman. A woman’s sixth sense is unbelievably accurate!
"Maniac, are you asking for a beating?" Thomas Shannon’s eyes suddenly darkened.
Sophie Sullivan pursed the corners of her mouth, stubbornly meeting his gaze. Who’s asking for a beating? She just wanted a clear answer. How does that mean she’s asking for a beating? In her opinion, *he* was the one asking for it. Not daring to admit he likes someone? That’s not manly at all.
"You’re the one asking for a beating, not me."
Sophie Sullivan stubbornly wanted to repeat herself, but when she met his icy gaze, she clamped her mouth shut.
A wise person knows when to retreat. Fine, she wouldn’t say it. Anyway, she already had her answer. Whether he said it or not wouldn’t change the outcome. Taking a huge step back, even if he didn’t like her now, who could guarantee he wouldn’t like her in the future? Read complete version only at novel_fіre.net
Charlie River went to invite George Stanford, but was refused.
George Stanford was in his hospital office, wearing a white lab coat and reviewing a medical record. He glanced up at Charlie River. "Your Young Master still hasn’t agreed to my request, and you expect me to create a plan for him? Not a chance."
Charlie River laughed and said, "Mr. Standford, you also know that Young Master Guillen’s mother is not so Aiden Rock to arrange a meeting with. So, we need a little time. Why don’t you come with me to the manor first to see Fiona’s specific situation? That would help you design the surgical plan. What do you think?"
SLAM! George Stanford slammed the medical record onto the tabletop.
With his arms crossed over his chest, he said angrily, "No sincerity, not a shred of it! Forget it, I’m not doing this surgery. You can find another expert!"
"Mr. Standford, please don’t get agitated. We can discuss this..."
"Without Shawna, everything is off the table!"
George Stanford had a foul and stubborn temper; he meant what he said.
Without Shawna, he really did kick Charlie River out of the office and slammed the door.
Charlie River knew George Stanford wouldn’t be Aiden Rock to deal with, so he had no choice but to call Thomas Shannon for instructions.
"Young Master, George Stanford refuses to return to the manor to examine the maniac. He said... he wants you to fulfill his request—to arrange a private date for him with Young Master Guillen’s mother. Only then will he examine the maniac."
Thomas Shannon said calmly, "Give Lan Singh a heads-up, and go invite Mrs. Guillen over."
Charlie River called William Guillen. Before he could finish his sentence, William Guillen laughed and refused, "Charlie, if you dare help Old Mr. Standford arrange a date with my mother, believe me, I’ll skin you alive!"
Charlie River could imagine the usually refined gentleman on the other end of the line was furious. His laughter was gentle, but his words dripped with bloody violence.
"Young Master Guillen, this is also our Young Master’s intention. If you would consider...?"