"There’s no way Thomas Shannon will agree to that."
"Young Master Guillen, rest assured. We will definitely ensure Mrs. Guillen’s safety and not allow George Stanford to act inappropriately towards her."
"Charlie River, stop talking nonsense! It’s not going to happen! I won’t agree to this!"
If his father found out about this, wouldn’t he personally break his legs?
Betraying his own? He wouldn’t do it.
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"Do I look like someone who accepts bribes?"
"Plus a batch of the Young Master’s collection of fine wines from the wine cellar."
William Guillen stroked his chin, the corner of his mouth hooking slightly. "Deal."
Charlie River was speechless. Who was it that said they wouldn’t accept bribes?
"I’ll arrange the time. The date cannot exceed two hours and is limited to eating. Nothing else is allowed."
Charlie River could only agree for now. "Alright, you arrange the time. Once it’s arranged, you can inform me."
Waking up from a nap, it was already noon.
She looked resentfully at Thomas Shannon, who had already washed up and dressed, looking every bit the noble young master.
Thomas Shannon’s hand, midway through buttoning his shirt, paused. He turned his head slightly, his deep eyes focused on her.
Sophie Sullivan nodded, raising her hand pitifully. "Help me brush my teeth..."
Thomas Shannon nodded slightly, then bent down and lifted her into a bridal carry.
A wave of dizziness washed over her, and Sophie instinctively wrapped her arms around Thomas Shannon’s neck. She lifted her head, her gaze tracing the elegant curve of his jaw.
His handsome face, as if carved by a master sculptor, was exquisite in every detail. His handsome features and cold aura were complemented by a pair of cold eyes, as deep and unfathomable as a breakless ocean.
Unconsciously, Sophie found herself drawn into his captivating eyes, sinking into their depths...
Setting her down on the washstand, Thomas Shannon silently filled a glass with water and squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush.
"Why are you being so good to me?"
He was suddenly being so gentle and considerate; it was strangely unsettling...
"Good?" Thomas Shannon chuckled faintly, pinching her jaw. "You’re too easily satisfied."
Sophie waved his hand away and started brushing her teeth.
As she brushed her teeth, Thomas Shannon leaned his tall frame against the wall, watching her with an unabashedly wicked gaze.
After washing up and getting dressed, Sophie wrapped her arms around Thomas Shannon’s neck, clinging to him. "Carry me downstairs. I can’t walk..."
Sophie snorted haughtily. "Then you can forget about it ever again!"
That threat seemed a bit harsh...
Thomas Shannon bent down and lifted her into a bridal carry again. Sophie, like a proud commander, urged him, "Hurry up, I’m hungry."
A group of maidservants and maids stared. Their extraordinarily noble and aloof Young Master was carrying the little maniac downstairs.
The little maniac had the air of a commanding mistress, directing the Young Master.
Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at this rare sight.