Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 450 - 452: You’ve Drunk Too Much

Sophie Sullivan gripped the door with one hand, the other braced against the doorfra. "You, a sick cat, think you can act tough in front of ? Believe it or not, I could kill you and make you into soup!"

Harry stared at her with its big eyes. After a mont, it padded softly to her feet, nibbled the hem of her skirt, and tugged at it, trying to pull her outside.

"You little rascal! Like master, like pet. You’re just as much of a scoundrel as he is!"

Sophie angrily dangled Harry in mid-air by the scruff of its neck, tugged its whiskers, and showered it with disdain.

The nurse at her side broke out in a cold sweat; Sophie was the only one who dared to rebuke the Young Master like that.

Harry hung its head, its ears drooping dejectedly.

"Get out, now! Understand?"

The pitiful Harry wagged its tail. Sophie swung her hand, and Harry flew through the air in a perfect arc.

"OW!"

Harry managed to land safely. Sophie waved her hand. "Don’t co bothering ."

With that, she closed the door.

It had arrived full of bluster but left completely dejected.

Harry trotted back to the castle, hesitant and listless.

Charlie River, standing beside Thomas Shannon, imdiately spotted Harry peeking around the castle doorway.

"Young Master, Harry is back."

Thomas Shannon looked up. Harry’s fluffy head imdiately ducked out of sight as it tried to hide.

Thomas Shannon spoke to Edward Benson on the phone, "Alright, see you later."

After hanging up, Thomas Shannon called the maid, "Shoes."

"Yes, Young Master." The maid brought his custom-made leather shoes, knelt respectfully at his feet, held his foot with both hands, and reverently slipped the shoes on him.

Thomas Shannon’s deep-set eyes narrowed slightly as he called out in a low voice, "Harry."

Harry hid by the doorway, not daring to show itself.

"Harry, get in here now!" Thomas Shannon commanded in a deep voice.

"OWW..." Harry whimpered pitifully and slowly crept inside.

All the fight and spirit it had shown when leaving earlier was gone.

Thomas Shannon beckoned. Harry jumped onto the sofa and rubbed its fluffy head affectionately against his hand.

"Where’s the girl?"

Harry put on an innocent face, gazing at him with its big eyes.

Scratching its furry chin with one hand, Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pursed slightly. "I asked you, where is she?"

"OWW..."

"Don’t want your dried small fish anymore?"

"OWW..."

"Mission failed?" Thomas Shannon lifted Harry by the scruff of its neck with one hand. Dangled in mid-air, Harry curled into a frightened ball.

Thomas Shannon sneered, "Oh, Harry, Harry. You truly disappoint ."

Charlie River chuckled from the side. "Young Master, it’s clear Harry isn’t cut out for missions."

Thomas Shannon sneered again, put Harry down, and tapped its fluffy head with one hand. "I’ll give you one more chance. Bring the maniac back before I return, and you’ll get an unlimited supply of dried small fish. Otherwise... I’m cutting off your cat food."

With those parting words, Thomas Shannon rose and strode out to et Edward Benson.

「Golden Wing Palace.」

Edward Benson was drinking at the bar in the Golden Wing Palace. It wasn’t yet open for business, but as Young Master Benson and a friend of Thomas Shannon, he enjoyed certain privileges.

Therefore, the bar was open solely for him.

Sitting at the bar counter, Edward Benson drained his glass. His eyes were hazy as he looked at the bartender. "Another glass of whiskey."

"Young Master Benson, you’ve had too much to drink..."

"Give it to !" Edward Benson’s face turned cold, his voice becoming icy.

The bartender didn’t dare hesitate and poured him another whiskey. "Young Master Benson, please."