Thomas Shannon turned off the lamp, and the tent imdiately darkened. Only the flickering firelight from the outside bonfire could be vaguely seen.
Thomas Shannon’s hand moved downward. Sophie Sullivan’s body stiffened. She tightly grabbed his hand, her breathing quickening. "Thomas Shannon, what are you trying to do?"
"Maniac, have you forgotten what you promised today?"
Sophie rembered she had indeed agreed to one condition, but she hadn’t expected... he would have such wicked thoughts about her here.
"I’m very tired..."
"I’ll do the work."
Sophie tried to say sothing more, but Thomas Shannon had already pulled down her pants with one hand...
"No..." Sophie cried out, her hand tightening on Thomas Shannon’s. "Thomas Shannon, no!"
"This is what you owe ."
With that said, the man effortlessly removed her hand.
The poor soundproofing of the tent was evident, and with bodyguards taking turns on duty outside, Sophie bit her lips tightly, not daring to let any fragnted moans escape.
Afterward, Sophie had no strength left. She lay still, letting Thomas Shannon clean her up.
"Such a delicate little thing," Thomas Shannon chuckled softly as he pulled up her pants. Sophie vaguely heard his soft laughter and, annoyed, raised her leg to kick him.
"Beast."
Muttering softly, Sophie closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
「The next day.」
Sophie was still sound asleep as Thomas Shannon got up and walked out of the tent. He quickly washed up.
Charlie River ca to his side. "Young Master, good morning."
"Is there an issue?" Seeing his grave expression, Thomas Shannon guessed sothing had happened.
Charlie River nodded. "George Stanford is in trouble."
"George Stanford?"
Thomas Shannon’s handso face darkened, a storm brewing in his deep eyes. "What happened to George Stanford?"
"Frank Mitchell sent people to kidnap George Stanford; he’s now in Country J," Charlie River explained. "His intention is very likely to use George Stanford to threaten the maniac."
The last ti Frank Mitchell and the maniac t, who knew what they had discussed. But it was certain the maniac hadn’t contacted Frank Mitchell recently; Frank Mitchell probably couldn’t sit still any longer. His kidnapping of George Stanford was undoubtedly a knife to the maniac’s throat. If she wanted to restore her appearance, she had to rely on George Stanford to perform the surgery. If anything happened to George Stanford... then the maniac’s face would be difficult to restore. It had to be said, Frank Mitchell’s move was ruthless.
"Besides collaborating with George Field, what other capabilities does Frank Mitchell have?" Thomas Shannon sneered, a murderous glint appearing in his deep eyes. "Send people to rescue George Stanford. Ensure his safety; there can be no margin for error!"
"Yes, Young Master, I understand!" Charlie River imdiately arranged for people to go to Country J for the rescue mission.
The sun had already peeked over the horizon, its light gradually spilling onto the earth.
Thomas Shannon decided to shorten the journey, which was originally planned to last ten days.
He waved, summoning two n in black.
The n in black stepped forward, approaching him. "Young Master, your orders?"
Thomas Shannon’s expression was grim. He coldly gave a few instructions, and the n in black indicated they understood.
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