"The servant answered, saying Miss Cecilia Branford was taking a bath."
Lucifer nodded. "Rember, you must call Cecilia every day to confirm her safety. If anything is amiss, contact imdiately."
"Yes, Your Highness."
After hanging up the phone, Lucifer had to find a way to hide his whereabouts. Cecilia of Onassis was about to wake up, and there would certainly be people secretly tracing his movents. If they were to discover that Cecilia Branford was in the Imperial City of Country A, things would get ssy.
「Country A, Imperial City.」
The servant, presenting Sophie Sullivan’s mobile phone to Thomas Shannon with both hands, said, "Young Master, I have told him exactly what you said."
Thomas Shannon took Sophie Sullivan’s mobile phone and glanced at the contact list; there were only three numbers. Lucifer was at the top of the list, Leo was second, and the third was this fellow, Derek Clark, who called every single day.
He had managed to keep her presence a secret from him for two days. During that ti, whenever Derek Clark called, the maidservant had fended him off with various excuses. But he was sure Derek Clark would beco suspicious soon.
Thomas Shannon waved his hand. The maidservant understood, retreated a few steps, and then turned to leave the study room.
Playing with the mobile phone, Thomas Shannon sneered. Lucifer really was quite thoughtful. He had even left guards to protect Sophie Sullivan after his own departure.
Before long, Charlie River knocked on the door and ca in. "Young Master, the maniac is looking for you."
"What kind of trouble is she causing this ti?" Thomas Shannon rubbed his forehead, annoyed. Sophie Sullivan was enjoying this amnesia ga far too much. Taking advantage of her ’amnesia,’ she feigned foolishness and relentlessly tornted him. Thomas Shannon understood: she was angry about his roughness that night and was using this as an opportunity to vent. He understood perfectly but didn’t call her out on it; instead, he played along with her ga, letting her make a fuss. If he were to apologize, with her pride, she would never forgive him. It was better to let her carry on like this, to let her vent. Perhaps then she might forgive him sooner.
"The maniac is watching an outdoor competitive entertainnt variety show," Charlie River said. "She asked to call you down to watch it with her."
Thomas Shannon put down the mobile phone, nodded, then got up and left.
It was just watching television. Thomas Shannon breathed a sigh of relief.
Downstairs, the host’s intense and stimulating comntary was passionately stirring the audience’s emotions. Contestant after contestant fell embarrassingly into the mud pond during various challenges, and the live audience roared with laughter.
Sophie Sullivan, hugging a cushion, sat on the sofa, her eyes glued to the television.
Thomas Shannon sat down beside her. Had her conscience finally pricked her? Had she decided to stop tornting him for once? What a rarity that would be!
"Is it good?" he asked, putting an arm around her shoulder and pulling her body into his embrace.
Sophie Sullivan sullenly pushed him away. She pointed at the television, where a bare-chested man wore a headband inscribed with the words "Certain Victory." "Mother says that powerful n are real n."
Thomas Shannon: "..."
Sophie, your mother must have been quite the talker! Does your mother-in-law know you’re using her words to mock like this?
"And so?" Did she want him to be like that man—to go bare-chested, tie a ridiculous ’Certain Victory’ band on his forehead, and then jump foolishly into a mud pond for everyone’s amusent?
"Why don’t you jump?" Sophie Sullivan frowned, looking at him with a puzzled expression. Her gaze seed to hold a certain disdain, as if to say that if he didn’t jump into the mud pond, he wasn’t a man.
Thomas Shannon suppressed the fire raging in his chest, telling himself: Be gentle. Be calm. Be restrained!
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