Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 465 - 467: This is his Cecilia Branford, he won’t be

They had mistakenly believed she was fully recovered and hadn’t inford him imdiately. Following the leads, they discovered that all clues pointed in the wrong direction. The person they eventually found was not Cecilia Branford. Just when they were at an impasse, they received news that Cecilia Branford had secretly returned to Onassis Old Castle. Seeing Cecilia Branford lying on the sickbed, Lucifer was shocked. She’s still unconscious from her severe injuries... so who was that woman on Bali Island who looked exactly like her?

"Yes, Master." The attendant imdiately sent the photo taken in the Bali Island bar to Lucifer.

Lucifer held his mobile phone, enlarged the photo, and examined it carefully for a long ti. His scarlet thin lips tightened, and his deep eyes turned as cold as ice.

This is Cecilia Branford! he thought. This is *my* Cecilia Branford; I wouldn’t be mistaken.

Not much ti had passed since he first spotted Cecilia Branford on Bali Island.

Did she initially recover from her severe injuries, travel to Bali Island, only to be gravely injured again and return to Onassis Old Castle? Or... are the Cecilia Branford on Bali Island and the Cecilia Branford in Onassis Old Castle two different people entirely?

Realizing this possibility, Lucifer snorted coldly, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes. He was very curious about what could have happened to Cecilia Branford during the short year he had been away.

"Send soone to find out imdiately where that Cecilia Branford from Bali Island is!" Lucifer commanded.

Seeing his master’s gloomy expression, the attendant beca solemn. "Yes, Master!"

"Also," Lucifer continued, his voice low, "the clues you received previously were likely false. Soone must be deliberately planting fake leads to prevent us from finding Cecilia Branford." He pressed one hand to his forehead, the other gripping his mobile phone tightly. "Find out who is pulling the strings."

"We understand, Master." The attendant paused, then added reassuringly, "Rest assured, we will find Miss Cecilia Branford. We won’t disappoint you."

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Sophie Sullivan slept deeply, remaining asleep for almost the entire flight. Thomas Shannon lay down beside her, effortlessly pulling her into his embrace with one long arm.

Harry jumped onto the bed, bounced over to Sophie Sullivan, and raised a small paw to tap her shoulder, trying to get her attention.

Thomas Shannon tapped Harry’s little head. "Go play sowhere else. Don’t cause trouble."

"OW." Harry rubbed his fluffy head against Thomas Shannon’s fingers. He bounced again, attempting to snuggle into Sophie Sullivan’s embrace.

Before his chubby, round body could succeed, Thomas Shannon grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, lifting him into mid-air.

Harry’s legs dangled helplessly, his big, round eyes staring at Thomas Shannon. "OW."

"Get out!"

Thomas Shannon tossed him aside. His pet, Harry, let out a mournful cry, did an agile twist in mid-air, and landed steadily on all fours. The cat glanced back resentfully at his master, but one look at Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes sent him scurrying away as if fleeing for his life.

Finally, the third wheel was gone, Thomas Shannon thought with satisfaction.

He gently stroked Sophie Sullivan’s cheek. Her nightmares had beco increasingly frequent these days.

Her sleep quality is concerning, he mused.

She would wake up startled every night, thinking he didn’t know. The truth was, he simply pretended not to, letting her believe he was unaware.

Charlie River had already screened all the more than seventy thousand individuals nad Sophie Sullivan in Country A. No one’s appearance or information matched hers.

This ans ’Sophie Sullivan’ is likely not her real na, Thomas Shannon concluded.