What kind of expression is this? Is she not satisfied? Or does she not like roses? Various doubts flashed through his mind, and Thomas Shannon began to wonder if his choice had been wrong. Is it true, as the manager of Balcon Gate said, that won prefer that bling-bling jewelry?
"Thomas Shannon!"
Sophie Sullivan stord towards him angrily.
Thomas Shannon, cigarette in hand, waved twice. Charlie River and the man in black understood and retreated.
"What’s wrong?" The handso man frowned slightly and took a deep drag from his cigarette.
What’s wrong? He has the audacity to ask what’s wrong? He knows I insisted on tagging along on this business trip, shaless as it was, just to avoid Alia Shaw and Minimus Hart during this sensitive ti. And now? He’s brought Alia Shaw directly here! Is he deliberately trying to make my life miserable?
With a cold laugh, Sophie Sullivan stopped in front of him. "Tell , what exactly is wrong with ?"
"You don’t like the flowers?"
"Stop trying to give a sweet date after using the stick! Let tell you, I’m not done with you over this Alia Shaw business! Don’t think you can buy off with a few pathetic flowers. No way!"
Am I so easily bought? What a joke! I’m a person of principle. Besides, are there not enough flowers in the manor’s flower garden? As if I’d care so much about those roses!
Thomas Shannon was speechless.
Indeed, he’d wanted to give her a gift simply to appease her anger. Alia Shaw was Frank Mitchell’s mole planted by his side. Her chasing them to City T at this ti was very likely for William Field. Thomas Shannon was curious to see how she planned to rescue William Field from under his very nose. Since she was here, why not play along and see what happens? Alia Shaw’s arrival would undoubtedly displease the little maniac. He knew this full well, but it was unavoidable. He could only try to compensate her in other ways.
His silence, in Sophie Sullivan’s eyes, was a sign of his indulgence towards Alia Shaw.
A fire raged in Sophie Sullivan’s chest, crackling and spitting sparks. "Thomas Shannon, tell , why on earth did you bring Alia Shaw here?"
Alia Shaw made one phone call, and he brought her over without the slightest hesitation. How was she supposed to feel?
To think she’d flaunted their affection in front of Alia Shaw, and now Alia Shaw had effectively slapped her in the face. All that public display of affection had turned into invisible slaps, stinging her cheeks. She felt like a complete joke, and Alia Shaw was the ultimate winner. Look, Thomas Shannon might act indifferent to Alia on the surface, but at the critical mont, one phone call from her, and he appears like a divine hero, rescuing her from dire straits.
"There’s no reason."
Thomas Shannon exhaled a smoke ring. The rising smoke shrouded his face, making it look gloomy.
Sophie Sullivan sneered. "’No reason?’ What a fine excuse! Did you do it on purpose?"
"..."
"Or... are you still carrying a torch for Alia Shaw? Was everything you did before just using to make her jealous?"
Her chin was suddenly gripped. Thomas Shannon lowered his head, his voice laced with scorn, "Do you think I need to resort to that?"
"Who can possibly guess what goes on in Young Master Shannon’s mind?"
"Heh."
He released her chin and scoffed coldly, "Ungrateful."
He strode past her and swept into the room like a teor.
When Alia Shaw woke from her afternoon nap and ca downstairs, she saw the scattered roses and was dumbfounded. "What happened here?"
The servant cleaning up the roses replied, "The Young Master sent these to the little maniac, but she rejected them."
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