He hasn’t co back yet. Still not back.
How long is Old Mr. Standford’s academic exchange abroad supposed to last?
If he doesn’t co back, what am I going to do about my face?
The more Sophie Sullivan thought about it, the more restless she beca. The more nightmares she had, the more curious she grew about her lost mories.
Her curiosity made her even more eager to have her original appearance restored.
Only then can I properly investigate my background and find out who exactly hard like this.
Feeling lost, Sophie Sullivan drew up her legs, resting her chin on her knees. I need to urge Thomas Shannon to get Old Mr. Standford back sooner, she thought.
I can’t wait any longer.
I can’t wait to have my looks restored.
Thinking of her nightmares, of Cecilia Branford...
Who is Cecilia Branford?
Is it ?
Is the person in the dream calling my na?
The more Sophie Sullivan thought, the more chaotic her mind beca. When her brain began to ache, she forced herself to pull back her thoughts. I can’t think about this anymore.
Minimus Hart stepped into the castle from outside, holding a file of docunts in her hand.
Her gaze swept over Sophie Sullivan, then she looked away, a sneer hooking the corners of her mouth.
That sneer was so jarring.
Sophie Sullivan had always been bad-tempered. She chuckled lightly and said, "Stop."
Minimus Hart paid her no heed, still walking forward, about to head upstairs.
"Minimus Hart, stop."
Hearing this, Minimus Hart finally paused, pretending she had only just heard. "Maniac, do you need for sothing?"
"Would I call you if I didn’t?" Sophie Sullivan leaned lazily against the sofa. "Co here."
Minimus Hart’s lips hooked into a smile, her expression light and indifferent, as if mocking Sophie Sullivan for her arrogance and domineering attitude.
"What do you need?" Minimus Hart stood condescendingly before the sofa, her eyelids lowered as she looked at Sophie Sullivan.
"I accidentally spilled water on my shoes earlier. Help wipe them dry."
Hearing this, Minimus Hart leaned down slightly and whispered to her, "Sophie Sullivan, don’t be too arrogant."
Sophie Sullivan’s pupils contracted sharply; she stared intently at Minimus Hart.
That sharp gaze seed to want to see right through her.
How could it be...
How could she know my na?
How much power did Thomas Shannon give Minimus Hart to investigate my na?!
At this thought, Sophie Sullivan’s anger beca uncontrollable. However, on second thought, sothing felt wrong.
Only I know my na, and the only other person who knows is Fluffy Zane.
Did... she extend her claws to Fluffy Zane?
Various thoughts flashed through her mind, but Sophie Sullivan didn’t dare jump to conclusions.
Minimus Hart is no simple woman.
She’s ruthless and fiercely loyal to Thomas Shannon. She has served him for many years and achieved great things for him.
Removing her from Thomas Shannon’s side will be no easy task!
Seeing the sudden change in Sophie Sullivan’s expression, Minimus Hart knew she had won. She gave a disdainful laugh. "Sophie Sullivan, you’re not qualified to humiliate with your shoes."
She straightened up, a slight, elegant smile on her face, her deanor perfectly composed. "I still have to report to the Young Master. Maniac, you should handle your own affairs. Don’t cause unnecessary trouble for others, understand?"
Minimus Hart went upstairs, leaving Sophie Sullivan sitting on the sofa, stunned.
Was I threatened by Minimus Hart?
Ha Ha, how interesting.
I can’t believe she got the better of .
Sophie Sullivan desperately wanted to know where Minimus Hart had found out her na.
If she could find out my na, then... did that an she had already discovered my background?
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