Thomas Shannon had no choice but to stop eating. He got up and strode out.
At the villa entrance, the man in black remained motionless, a gun pressed against his head by Sophie Sullivan. He refused to budge in the slightest.
"I’ll count to five. If you don’t move, your head will bloom like a flower." Sophie’s patience was gone. She narrowed her cold eyes, and the words ca out clearly from her red lips, "One!"
"..."
"Two!"
Standing behind her, Thomas Shannon frowned, a headache blooming. He raised his hand and pressed his brow. "Don’t bother counting. He won’t let you out. Just give up on that idea."
Give up on the idea?
Very well.
If the bodyguard refused to move, then she’d try his master.
With a swift change of direction, Sophie aid her gun at Thomas Shannon. She raised an eyebrow provocatively. "Thomas Shannon, do you think they’ll let go now?"
Her proud tone and confident, almost arrogant, air made her seem like a haughty little maniac.
A glimr of interest flashed in Thomas Shannon’s eyes. "Maniac, I hate having a gun pointed at . Put it down before I get angry."
"I hate being threatened the most. Before I get angry, tell your n to open the door!"
Beside her, the man in black and Charlie River looked on, terrified. The pistols were already loaded, and there was a constant risk of accidental discharge.
"Maniac, put the gun down, quickly!" Charlie River was as quick as lightning, pulling out his pistol, loading and aiming it.
His target was Sophie. Simultaneously, the other n in black drew their pistols, all aid at her.
Against so many, her chances of winning were slim.
To catch the thief, one must first capture the king. She had to do sothing to Thomas Shannon to make them hesitate.
"Thomas Shannon, co over here," Sophie gestured for him to approach.
"You co over." The man stood tall and proud, his expression calm, his deanor unchanged as he looked at her. He seed to disregard the gun in her hand, let alone consider it a threat to his life.
"Ha Ha." With a low laugh, Sophie narrowed her eyes and kept aiming. "Thomas Shannon, if you’re a man, walk over here yourself."
"Aren’t you the one who knows best whether I’m a man or not? What, you want to verify it firsthand again?"
Everyone listening to Young Master Shannon’s words struggled to suppress their laughter.
Frustrated, Sophie snapped, "Thomas Shannon, shut your mouth!"
"Fine, I’ll shut up." With an expression of exasperation, as if he could do nothing about her, Thomas Shannon took a step closer.
Sophie snapped, "Stop! Who said you could move?"
"Maniac, weren’t you the one who asked the Young Master to co over?" Charlie River couldn’t help but remind her from the side.
Sophie glared coldly at Charlie River. "What’s it to you?"
In a while, the tall man had reached her. Her gun muzzle was inches from him. A single squeeze of the trigger, and she could blow his head off.
"Maniac, put the gun down." A subtle hint of a smile touched the corner of Thomas Shannon’s mouth, his cold eyes deep and unfathomable.
Put the gun down, and then continue to be locked in his villa?
With a sneer, Sophie stepped forward. She grabbed his shirt collar with one hand, pressed the pistol to his temple with the other, and scanned the crowd with a chilling gaze. "Open the door, or I’ll shoot!"
"Maniac, stop!" Charlie River shouted, his pistol aid squarely at her. If she dared make a reckless move, he would pull the trigger and end her life.
User Comments
0 comments from readers