Sophie Sullivan hooked the corner of her mouth into a light smile, just about to nod, when the bedroom door was knocked on by a servant, "Miss Cecilia Branford, Your Highness, there’s a visitor."
A visitor?
Lucifer and Sophie exchanged a glance; the visitor coming from the island, who could it be?
Lucifer released Sophie, and both looked towards the servant, "Who is it?"
The servant replied respectfully, "It’s a man nad Thomas Shannon."
Thomas Shannon...
He actually ca!
This isle is heavily guarded, and Thomas Shannon was stopped, not allowed to enter.
Thomas Shannon suppressed his anger, refrained from barging in; he knew she was inside, and knew she was still angry.
If he barged in now, it would only make her angrier.
Soon, the butler from the island ca out, with an apologetic expression, "Sorry, Miss Cecilia Branford says she will not see anyone."
An expected result.
Under the sunshine stood the handso man, as if a sacred, untouchable divine deity, with an elegant and noble posture, "Tell her I will wait here until she agrees to see ."
The butler was montarily stunned, then nodded, "Okay, I will inform Miss Cecilia Branford."
The sun was fierce on the island, scorching this piece of land.
In the distance, the sea surface shimred like scattered gold, stretching endlessly.
The scorching heat was indeed torturous.
"Young Master, why not wait on the yacht?" Charlie River voiced his concern about the heat stroke and suggested.
Waiting on the yacht, would that have any aning?
Thomas Shannon lightly laughed and shook his head, "Charlie, you still don’t understand her."
Before coming, he already anticipated receiving a cold shoulder, so he had planned his approach.
Inside the villa, Sophie Sullivan sat on the sofa, watching Country F’s international news channel.
Gaby sprawled on the sofa, her head on Sophie’s legs, contentedly snoring.
The butler returned, relayed Thomas Shannon’s ssage verbatim to Sophie, she pursed the corner of her lips, saying nothing.
Lucifer got up and walked out, "I’ll go et him."
With that, he took Leo and went outside.
Sophie did not stop him; she indeed did not know how to face Thomas Shannon now.
Charlie River, who was being roasted under the fierce sun, grew increasingly irritable as the temperature rose.
He glanced at his own Young Master, seeing Thomas Shannon maintaining the sa posture, motionless.
Sweat ford on Charlie River’s forehead, sliding down from the curve of his chin.
Charlie River turned around, instructing the man in black to bring so bottles of water from the yacht, as standing under the blazing sun wasn’t a solution; hydration was necessary.
As Charlie River returned to Thomas Shannon’s side, he could see from afar soone walking towards them, "Young Master, that’s Lucifer."
Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pressed tightly, looking at Lucifer with cold, hostile eyes, Lucifer chuckled lightly, "Cecilia says she doesn’t want to see you, you should leave."
"Lucifer, has anyone ever told you, you are really botherso."
Lucifer slightly narrowed his eyes, then smiled, with a trace of charmingly wicked aura in his smile, "Not really, but Cecilia did say I’m one of the most important people in her heart."
"To her, you’re like a relative, naturally one of the most important people. But between relatives, there’s only familial love, not the love between n and won. Lucifer, you lost at the starting line yet you still feel self-satisfied, I truly pity you."
Lucifer’s smile froze, well done Thomas Shannon!
He clenched his fist, joints cracking crisply, "I think you’re overconfident!"
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