Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 118: You know better than I who she likes

It seed she hadn’t slept well last night. Sophie Sullivan had a sudden idea and stepped toward her.

"Alia Shaw."

Alia Shaw glanced at the maniac approaching her and remained silent.

Sophie tilted her head slightly, looking at her. "I have sothing to say to you."

"Get out of the way. Don’t disturb my work."

Sophie had almost forgotten that Alia Shaw was now a maidservant. She went to the sofa and sat down.

She raised her voice a few notches. "Alia Shaw, pour a cup of tea."

Alia Shaw clenched her rag forcefully, glancing at the domineering Sophie with a hint of anger. "Who do you think you are? Why should I serve you tea?"

"Because you are a servant now."

Sophie hit the nail on the head. "Or do you still think you’re the goddess in Thomas Shannon’s heart, enjoying the treatnt of a mistress?"

All the servants were watching. Alia Shaw felt as if her modesty cloth had been ripped away, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable before everyone.

She lowered her eyelids, walked over wringing the rag in her hands, poured a cup of tea, and placed it in front of her.

"Wait."

Alia Shaw, who was just about to get up and leave, paused, her brow furrowing slightly. "What else is there?"

"I have sothing to say to you. Are you sure you don’t want to hear it? An opportunity like this won’t co again. You have ten seconds to consider."

Sophie smiled aningfully. Alia Shaw sized her up. Could what she wants to say be about Thomas Shannon?

After thinking for ten seconds, Alia Shaw pressed her lips together, curious. "Go ahead."

"Do you know Minimus Hart?"

Of course, Alia Shaw knew her. Minimus Hart was the leader of the slaves at Shannons’ Manor and Thomas Shannon’s most esteed slave.

Of course, this was closely related to Minimus Hart’s extraordinary ability.

Indeed, her skills were outstanding; she completed every mission near perfectly.

This had solidified her unshakeable position.

From Alia Shaw’s expression, Sophie got the answer she wanted. She lowered her voice. "Minimus Hart returned. I think you probably know better than I do who it is she likes, right?"

Alia Shaw scoffed. "That also depends if she has the luck."

A worn-out flower daring to harbor thoughts of Thomas Shannon. What overconfidence!

"Whether she has the luck or not, I don’t know. But what I do know is that she’s back this ti for you."

Minimus Hart is back specifically for ? Ha ha, how interesting. It seems that in Minimus Hart’s eyes, I’m still considered a noteworthy competitor. Isn’t this an indirect admission that I’m still the woman Thomas Shannon likes?

Alia Shaw wouldn’t feel grateful just because the maniac had told her things any discerning person could already see. Nor would she be foolish enough to be used as a tool. It was true that Minimus Hart was targeting , but did that maniac think she could save her own skin? It wasn’t that simple.

"So, what do you want?" Alia Shaw smiled slightly, her gaze frank.

"I can help you."

Alia Shaw scoffed disdainfully. "Help ? What’s your intention?"

Help ? In my opinion, she’s definitely not up to any good.

"Intention? Of course, it’s to take care of Minimus Hart."

It was for no other reason than Minimus Hart having targeted her several tis, which made Sophie very unhappy. Dealing with Minimus Hart was sothing she had been preparing to do, having started her preparations early in the morning. Offering a favor to Alia Shaw for this was a decision she had made just now.

"What does this an?" Alia Shaw was suddenly a little confused about her.

We’re rivals in love, and Minimus Hart is targeting .