"Where’s Thomas Shannon? Why didn’t Thomas Shannon co?"
The man in black replied, "The Young Master is busy, so he only sent us."
A hint of disappointnt flashed in Alia Shaw’s eyes. She had expected Thomas Shannon, but all she got were his bodyguards. Her heart was a mixture of emotions, mostly bitterness.
After getting in the car, Alia Shaw didn’t know where she was being taken. "Where are we going?" she asked.
No one answered.
Alia Shaw looked out the car window, morizing the route. About forty minutes later, the car stopped.
The man in black opened the car door. "Miss Shaw, please get out."
Alia Shaw hesitated but eventually got out of the car. They’re Thomas Shannon’s n, she thought. They wouldn’t dare do anything to .
Stepping out of the car, Alia gazed at the villa in front of her, which had a distinctive City T style, and was slightly stunned.
Is Thomas Shannon really here?
"Miss Shaw, please co in."
Alia Shaw smiled faintly and entered the villa. She nervously smoothed her ssy hair as she went inside.
Instead of Thomas Shannon, whom she had been eagerly awaiting, she saw the last person she wanted to see.
Sophie Sullivan stood with her arms crossed, an indifferent expression on her face, watching Alia step inside.
Thomas Shannon... he actually brought Alia Shaw back! Well, that’s just great!
The anger in Sophie Sullivan’s heart was boiling, yet her face showed no trace of it; she remained indifferent, restrained.
"Little maniac, we et again," Alia Shaw said provocatively.
Sophie Sullivan snorted coldly but didn’t respond.
Alia Shaw glanced around, then casually walked to the sofa. "Where’s Thomas Shannon?"
No one answered.
Just as I expected, Alia thought. It would be a miracle if that maniac told .
Alia Shaw raised her hand, smoothing her hair with a touch of gentle charm. "Thomas Shannon sent people to pick up, so why isn’t he here himself?"
"Because he doesn’t want to see you. Does that even need to be said?"
Sophie Sullivan couldn’t stand Alia’s blatant attempt to flaunt Thomas Shannon’s care and affection for her, so she taphorically threw a bucket of cold water on her.
"Is that so?" Alia Shaw remained unfazed. "Don’t you want to know why Thomas Shannon brought here?"
Sophie Sullivan’s face was a mask of indifference. "Do I look like soone consud by curiosity?"
"Heh heh, sharp-tongued."
Alia Shaw said to the servant, "Where’s the bedroom? I need to take a bath."
"Miss Shaw, please follow ." The servant led Alia Shaw upstairs.
Once Alia Shaw’s figure disappeared around the staircase corner, Sophie Sullivan snatched the cushion beside her and hurled it violently to the ground.
I’m furious! That bastard, Thomas Shannon! He knew I didn’t want to see Alia Shaw, yet he still brought her here! Was he deliberately trying to make miserable?
「Balcon Gate.」
Inside a top-tier private room.
The manager pushed open the door, and a torrent of lewd sounds imdiately spilled out, each distinct and clear. Amidst the sounds of pleasure were mingled agonized wails...
"Young Master, the full recording of William Field has been completed. Would you like to review it?"
The manager asked, his voice fawning and obsequious, a servile smile plastered on his face.
Thomas Shannon took a deep drag from his cigarette, his narrow eyes glinting dangerously. "Review it? To dirty my own eyes?"
"No, no, no, that’s not what I ant, Young Master Shannon! Please, calm your anger."
"Such an... ’exciting’ feature film would be far more interesting if left for George Field to review personally."
As he spoke, Thomas Shannon chuckled softly. "Isn’t Country J renowned for producing these kinds of films? Let George Field experience what it’s like to have his own son as the lead actor."
Charlie River chid in from the side, "He’ll certainly be in for a surprise."
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