"Alright, Miss Shaw, please wait a mont."
The servant put down the work in her hands, left the kitchen, and went to get a rag. Alia Shaw watched the entrance to the kitchen and quickly sprinkled the dicine on today’s breakfast.
She also added the dicine to the milk and used a chopstick to quickly stir it well.
After finishing all this, she washed the chopstick clean and put it away. At this ti, the servant returned with the rag and began to clean up the ss on the ground.
"Oh, look how clumsy I am. I still have to trouble you to do it."
"Miss Shaw, don’t say that. It’s my responsibility," the servant said sweetly. "Miss Shaw’s hands are not ant for this kind of rough work. We will take care of it for you."
Alia Shaw apologized with a smile, "I ant to do it myself, but I didn’t expect... Thank you for your help."
"Miss Shaw, you’re too kind. Breakfast will be ready imdiately. Please wait a bit longer."
"Alright, I’m not in a hurry. You take your ti." Alia Shaw smiled and left the kitchen.
She went to the living room, sat down nonchalantly, turned on the television, and started watching.
She was constantly paying attention to the noise upstairs, waiting for Sophie Sullivan to co down.
To prevent Thomas Shannon from entering, Sophie had locked her bedroom door last night. Not only that, she had also blocked the doorway with her dressing table.
Even if he had spare keys, he couldn’t get in.
She had slept soundly all night, not waking until daybreak.
Waking up naturally, Sophie yawned gracefully. She had slept very comfortably.
She got up, washed up, moved the dressing table away, and went downstairs to have breakfast.
Seeing Alia Shaw arranging fresh flowers on the sofa, but not Thomas Shannon, Sophie averted her gaze and entered the Restaurant.
"Maniac, breakfast is ready. Do you want to start the al now?"
"Yeah."
The servant placed the breakfast on the dining table. Sophie picked up the milk, drank about half a cup, and then began to eat.
The dicine Alia used had been given to her by Frank Mitchell. Alia was sure that it was colorless, tasteless, and had hallucinogenic effects.
She lowered her head, fiddling with the fresh, delicate flowers, ntally calculating the length of ti. Twenty minutes, she thought. The dicinal effect should be at its peak by now.
She put down the scissors, stood up, and went into the Restaurant. Sophie was there, supporting her forehead with one hand.
Alia looked at the servants. "You can all leave. I have so things to talk to Maniac about."
"Yes," the servants replied, leaving the Restaurant one by one.
Alia Shaw approached Sophie and called out, "Maniac?"
Sophie remained still.
Alia patted Sophie’s shoulder. Sophie raised her head, her dull eyes staring blankly at Alia.
She looked like soone who had lost their mind. Numb and vacant.
Alia looked around. Making sure it was safe, she gripped Sophie’s shoulder. "Maniac, you have to go out later. No matter what, find a way to get out. Soone here wants to harm you. You mustn’t make a sound. Only by escaping can you survive, understand?"
"Soone wants to harm ... Mustn’t make a sound... Escape..." Sophie repeated blankly.
"Yes, escape!"
After these almost brainwashing-like instructions, Alia Shaw smiled in satisfaction, the corner of her mouth hooking upwards.
She led Sophie out of the Restaurant.
At the villa entrance, they were stopped by a man in black.
"Miss Shaw, Maniac, where are you going?"
Alia glanced at Sophie, whose face was expressionless, cold as ice.
Alia looked away and said, "We’re going to find Thomas Shannon. Please prepare the car for us."
"Did Young Master allow this?"
"Maniac and I have sothing to ask Thomas Shannon face-to-face. If this is delayed, can you bear the responsibility?" Alia frowned. Maniac, beside her, looked serious.
The man in black weighed his options and finally nodded.
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