What the hell is that maniac, daring to compete with her for a man? Overestimating her own abilities!
"Very well."
Frank Mitchell raised his hand, caressing her cheek. Alia Shaw firmly grasped his hand and threw it away fiercely. "Don’t touch !"
"A single night as husband and wife, a hundred nights of shared affection. Samuel, are you truly so heartless?"
No matter what, they had been together for two years. If he hadn’t gone bankrupt... perhaps they would have been married by now, and already had a child.
"Cut the nonsense! Stop bringing up the past. Have you forgotten how you threatened last ti?"
And to think, she had once believed he truly loved her, that he was genuinely willing to help her get rid of the maniac. Unexpectedly, he harbored ulterior motives and had an agenda all along.
Frank Mitchell just gave a faint smile, not caring at all. He rested his forehead in one hand, looking rather troubled as he brought the conversation back on track. "Since we’re not discussing the past, let’s talk about what we need to do next."
He took out his mobile phone and displayed several photos. "Find a way to get Thomas Shannon to take you into K Group’s Military Factory. Photograph all of these things for . Pay attention. I want every detail."
Alia Shaw looked hesitant. Thomas Shannon had never taken her to K Group’s Military Factory. He was extrely cautious and wouldn’t easily take her there.
If she couldn’t get in, she would have to steal.
"What, can’t do it?" Frank Mitchell’s voice held a hint of amusent and faint ridicule.
The woman who always proclaid herself Thomas Shannon’s favorite now showed such hesitation over a trivial matter. It was truly astonishing.
"Does it have to be the physical objects? If I can get the design drawings, would that work?"
Frank Mitchell chuckled. "I’m afraid you don’t realize that getting the design drawings is a hundred tis more difficult than obtaining the physical items."
Weapon design drawings are top secret; how could they possibly be leaked? And how could she possibly obtain them so easily?
Alia Shaw snorted coldly. "Don’t underestimate !"
She turned and strode out. "Wait for my good news."
This ti, no matter what, even if she had to resort to unscrupulous ans, she would get those design drawings.
Thomas, you forced to do this. If it weren’t for your repeated indulgence of that maniac, I wouldn’t have betrayed you...
Watching Alia Shaw’s departing figure, the smile on Frank Mitchell’s face gradually faded.
His expression turned grim, and he calmly lit a cigarette. Through the faint smoke, he took out his mobile phone.
"Alia Shaw has agreed. We’ll wait and see. Wait for her good news."
「...」
Upon leaving the Restaurant, Charlie River approached Thomas Shannon’s side, his expression serious, and whispered a few words in a low voice.
Sophie Sullivan stood a little further away and didn’t hear what Charlie River said, but judging from Thomas Shannon’s grim expression, the matter had to be very serious.
He turned around. His gaze was deep, and even from a distance, it accurately locked onto Sophie Sullivan’s eyes.
He hooked his finger. Sophie instinctively stepped forward, coming to his side.
Thomas Shannon’s thin lips were pressed tightly. Ti was short, yet he still admonished her, "I have an urgent matter to deal with. You... behave."
By ’behave,’ did he an she shouldn’t cause trouble for him?
Sophie nodded. "... How long will you be gone?"
"Unknown."
Sophie pondered again. It seed like a very difficult situation. However, the doctor had already been found for her, so she no longer needed to depend on him.
"You go. I’ll behave."
Thomas Shannon looked at her, his eyes holding a complex emotion. In the end, he rely raised his hand, placed it on her head, and gently ruffled her hair twice.
He turned around and left.
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