Gabriel snorted, then lowered his noble head and began to eat.
Sophie Sullivan raised her hand and stroked his mane. It would be really cool if I could ride Gabriel and escape, she thought. I really want to ride Gabriel to the ends of the earth so Thomas Shannon can never catch again.
"OW."
Harry, that annoying little pest, began to claw at her skirt hem, trying to climb up.
Sophie Sullivan frowned and looked down at the persistent Harry. "What in the end do you want?"
Harry kept climbing, determined to reach her shoulder and stand as tall as her.
Sophie Sullivan curiously picked him up by the scruff of his neck and held him up. "Harry, has your maniac master infected you? Is that why you’re pestering like a madman?"
Harry’s limbs stiffened, and a look of utter dejection crossed his face.
His furry tail drooped.
"Listen, stay away from , understand?"
Casually placing Harry on the ground, Sophie Sullivan resud stroking Gabriel’s mane. "Eat more, so you can run faster later and carry away even faster."
「K Group Headquarters Tower.」
In the grand and imposing President’s Office, Thomas Shannon held a cigarette between his slender fingers, wisps of smoke curling from it.
He picked up a wireless earpiece and leisurely inserted it into his ear.
After listening for a mont, his handso brow furrowed. Maniac?
He took a deep drag from his cigarette, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. "You maniac, you’re getting bold! Daring to curse behind my back!"
Charlie River knocked and entered, a file in hand. Just as he was about to report, Thomas Shannon raised a hand to stop him.
Charlie River saw his Young Master’s face darken as he listened to sothing, the cigarette smoke curling lazily from the cigarette in his hand. His Young Master’s brows, however, were knitting tighter and tighter.
Could it be... Charlie River boldly guessed, ...the Young Master is eavesdropping on the maniac?
After a good while, Thomas Shannon removed the earpiece and tossed it onto the tabletop, a hint of anger in the gesture.
He snorted coldly, took another drag from his cigarette, and leisurely exhaled a smoke ring.
He lazily raised his eyes. "What is it?"
Charlie River imdiately reported, "There’s a eting in fifteen minutes. Here are the docunts for it; please review them."
Thomas Shannon took the docunts and began flipping through them, then suddenly stopped. His face darkened. "Notify the butler. Tonight’s dinner is to be prepared by the maniac."
The maniac has to prepare it?
Charlie River was taken aback. "Young Master, are you sure?"
The maniac said she can’t cook anything. Is the Young Master really sure about letting her prepare dinner? Can his picky Young Master even swallow food made by the maniac?
"Charlie River, are you questioning ?" Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes swept over him.
Charlie River felt a shiver run down his spine and quickly lowered his head. "I wouldn’t dare, Young Master. I’ll notify the butler imdiately."
Still in the horse stable, Sophie Sullivan was inford by a panting maid that she was to prepare tonight’s dinner, by order of the Young Master.
Sophie Sullivan laughed. "So, he wants to eat dinner prepared by , does he?"
Thomas Shannon, you’re spurning the easy road and choosing to charge headfirst into hell. If you’re looking for your own demise, then don’t bla .
Sophie Sullivan rubbed her hands together, eager anticipation written all over her face. "What are you standing there for? Let’s go!"
With those words, she took the lead, eagerly running towards the castle.
Upon entering the castle, Sophie Sullivan saw Alia Shaw lounging on the sofa while maids massaged her head, arms, and legs.
Seeing Sophie Sullivan enter, Alia Shaw rely quirked a corner of her mouth slightly and said nothing more.
She had learned from the butler that the maniac was to prepare tonight’s dinner, which was why she had specifically co downstairs.
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