Frank Mitchell casually untied the belt of his bathrobe, took it off, and tossed it on the ground.
Sophie Sullivan rolled onto the bed, forcibly pressing the locator alarm hidden in the secret compartnt.
Frank Mitchell grinned lasciviously, grabbing Sophie’s delicate ankle with one hand. He yanked it with all his might.
Sophie’s body was dragged uncontrollably beneath him. Frank Mitchell looked down at her dominantly, "You maniac, stop struggling in vain."
In his dreams!
Just as Sophie was about to retort furiously, she shut her eyes tightly, "Rascal!"
Frank Mitchell chuckled, "Don’t tell you’ve never seen one before?"
"Freak, stay away from !"
Sophie extended her arm, grabbed a pillow, and threw it at him with all her might.
Frank Mitchell raised his hand to deflect the incoming pillow. At that mont, Sophie suddenly kicked with all her might and sent his hand flying.
She quickly jumped off the bed, picked up his tie from the clothes hanger, and hid it behind her back.
Frank Mitchell’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He peered at the hand she had kicked away, staring at her with a smirk.
That gaze seed venomous.
Sophie’s heart was pounding wildly. Why haven’t Thomas Shannon’s n arrived yet?
"You must be tired of living!"
Frank Mitchell’s remaining patience was completely exhausted by her. He stepped forward, reaching out to strangle her neck.
Sophie stared at him, glaring viciously, "Frank Mitchell, you’ll regret this!"
"Before I regret it, I need to first...!"
She is Thomas Shannon’s woman. Wouldn’t it be a pity if he didn’t have so fun first?
Her body, which made Thomas Shannon so infatuated, must be extraordinarily skilled, incredibly talented.
He reached for Sophie’s collar, grabbing the clothes. His face turned hideous. He began ripping--
BAM!
The door panel was kicked open. The force from the kick sent it smashing against the wall, creating a big noise.
Leo, along with so guards, charged in. Upon seeing what was happening, he exploded in anger, "Let go of Miss Cecilia Branford!"
No sooner had he spoken than he fired the pistol in his hand.
The bullet hit the hand Frank Mitchell used to strangle Sophie’s neck.
A wave of intense pain shot through him. Frank Mitchell’s arm fell limply to his side. His face twisted in agony as he turned to glare at Leo and the guards behind him, "Who are you?"
"Who we are, you’re not qualified to know!"
Leo approached Sophie and asked respectfully, "Miss Cecilia Branford, are you okay?"
Sophie shook her head, rubbing her neck. She asked curiously, "How did you get in?"
She hadn’t heard any noise just now; how did they get in?
Leo smiled slightly, "I used so special ans to get in."
Sophie nodded, indicating she understood, "I’m thankful you ca..."
Otherwise, she would have been defiled by that scum Frank Mitchell.
"Our master instructed us to keep an eye on the situation here. When I noticed the guards outside the door acting suspiciously, I tried to telephone you. Upon finding your telephone switched off, I suspected you might be in danger and rushed in with my n," Leo explained.
Leo added, "Thank God, you’re okay."
Sophie felt around her body and indeed, her mobile phone was gone. Thinking back, it likely fell when Frank Mitchell carried her into the bedroom.
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