Subconsciously, he let go of Sophie Sullivan.
The moment the tycoon saw Thomas Shannon, his entire being trembled violently with fear.
"Young- Young Master Shannon, what brings you here?"
Ignoring his own hand, the tycoon stumbled around the gambling table and approached Thomas Shannon, a fawning smile on his face.
"Get out of my sight!" Thomas Shannon’s eyes turned glacial, and he kicked the man away.
The tycoon was sent flying, landing hard on the ground. He cried out in pain but dared not voice his anger.
Who was Thomas Shannon?
There’s a saying that goes, "Better to provoke a ghost or a god than a living King of Hell."
If you offend the leader of the K Group, even if you hide at the ends of the earth, you will be put on a global wanted list. They’ll make you wish for death but find no way out.
Thomas Shannon walked up to Sophie Sullivan. His long fingertips gently brushed her cheek as he asked, his eyes dark with concern, "Where did he touch you?"
Sophie Sullivan wasn’t a pushover; she remembered favors and grudges alike.
"My face. He said he wanted me to spend the night with him." Her words were concise, not a single one wasted.
Thomas Shannon’s lips curled into an icy smirk, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in the depths of his eyes. "Courting death."
With a thud, the tycoon dropped to his knees, his dignity in tatters, and kowtowed, begging for mercy. "Young Master Shannon, spare me! I didn’t know she was your woman. If I had known, I wouldn’t have dared to offend her, not even with a hundred times the courage!"
Instantly, everyone present knelt. The sound of their pleas rose and fell, endlessly.
Charlie River handed Sophie Sullivan a ruby dagger.
Sophie Sullivan was puzzled. Thomas Shannon’s lips curled slightly as he tilted her chin up with one hand, forcing her to look at him. "Whichever hand touched you, that’s the one he’ll lose."
"I don’t like to do it myself."
Thomas Shannon’s lips quirked, his grip tightening on her chin. "Is it that you don’t like to, or that you don’t dare?"
Sophie Sullivan bit her lower lip. The sharp pain from her chin reminded her it was best not to play tricks in front of him.
Thomas Shannon loosened his grip slightly. His thumb caressed her lips, freeing her bitten lower lip from her shell teeth.
"It’s only been a few days, and you’ve already forgotten how to address me?"
Sophie Sullivan inhaled deeply. "I’m free now. I have nothing to do with you anymore."
"Such a heartless woman."
Thomas Shannon released her, his gaze turning icy as he looked at the tycoon. "Will you do it yourself, or shall I assist?"
The tycoon’s face was ashen. His shattered hand bones throbbed with excruciating pain. Thomas Shannon’s ultimatum was undoubtedly a death sentence, condemning him to hell.
"I... I’ll do it myself."
The tycoon tremblingly took out his mobile phone and voluntarily reported himself to the police. He confessed every single one of his transgressions in meticulous detail, repeatedly pleading for the Police Officers to come quickly and arrest him, stating his willingness to accept due punishment.
Dragged back to the hotel room in the Upstairs of Golden Wing Palace Hotel, Sophie Sullivan glared at Thomas Shannon. "Don’t touch me!"
"...What’s the difference?" Thomas Shannon mocked her naivety. "I just now saved your life. It’s only fitting you repay me with your body."
"Get lost!" Sophie Sullivan’s eyes blazed with hatred. "Who would want to give themselves to you, you bastard!"
Thomas Shannon gazed down at her small, expressionless face. He recalled her submission and obedience in the castle—it had likely all been a temporary act.
He remembered her previous declarations of admiration.
Admiration? Hah. This woman’s words were nothing but lies. Not a single one could be trusted.