William Guillen’s eye color gradually darkened. He pursed his thin lips. "Fluffy, you’re still mad at , aren’t you?"
"I’m not angry..."
How could William not see she wasn’t being sincere? She was clearly still angry; she had been refusing to see him these days. If that wasn’t anger, what was?
"I’m sorry, Fluffy."
"..."
William sighed. "If you’re still not satisfied, how about you kick a few tis?"
Fluffy Zane was nearly driven to tears by his provocation. She looked at her leg, still in a plaister cast. "William Guillen, are you deliberately bullying ? Look at my leg. Do you think it can kick you?"
Realizing he had misspoken, William awkwardly coughed twice. "Sorry, I misspoke. I apologize."
Fluffy Zane angrily grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
She wanted to tell him to get lost, but the words died on the tip of her tongue, and she swallowed them back down.
No, she had to buy Sophie Sullivan more ti.
Sophie Sullivan drove, following the navigation to the hotel where Lucifer had stayed last ti.
She had left in such a hurry that she didn’t wear a mask. When she got out of the car, the hotel usher was startled, a shocked expression on the usher’s face.
Sophie Sullivan entered the hotel expressionlessly, went to the reception, and asked if a guest nad Derek Clark was staying there.
The reception staff politely declined. "I’m sorry, we cannot disclose our guests’ ssages. Please understand."
"I have urgent business with him. Could you at least telephone his room so I can have a word with him?"
"We’re very sorry, but we cannot agree to that."
Still t with refusal, Sophie despondently raised a hand to her forehead. Then, clenching one hand into a fist, she slamd it on the reception desk. "This isn’t allowed, that isn’t allowed—what on earth can you do? Just make a telephone call! It’s a simple matter of lifting a finger. Is that so difficult?"
Even basic visitor inquiries couldn’t be handled?
Sophie didn’t have much ti. If she couldn’t find Derek Clark, she was dood... Sooner or later, Thomas Shannon would discover she was gone, and William Guillen would also realize she wasn’t actually at the Zane Family ho anymore.
"Miss, please calm down." The staff mber looked distressed. "Alright, we’ll telephone the guest and ask."
The staff mber picked up the telephone and called Derek Clark’s room.
Sophie tapped her fingers lightly, inwardly anxious.
The sound of hurried footsteps approached. Sophie turned her head to see a man with a powerful aura and a grim, handso face walking towards her, surrounded by n in black.
This is bad!
Sophie’s heart sank; she turned and fled.
She ran frantically through the hotel lobby, not caring where she was going.
Thomas Shannon sneered, his voice low and cold, like the biting chill of deep winter. "Bring her back to ."
"Yes, Young Master!"
The staff mber, who was still on the telephone, shuddered at the sight of Thomas Shannon.
She imdiately put down the telephone. At that mont, the Lobby Manager also ca out, rubbing his hands and smiling obsequiously. "Young Master Shannon, how may I help you?"
"Did you see that woman from just now?"
The Lobby Manager looked in the direction Thomas Shannon indicated with his finger and saw Sophie dodging the n in black who were trying to catch her. The manager wiped sweat from his brow. "I... I saw her."
"From now on, if you see her, she is not allowed within ten ters of the hotel. Understand?"
The Lobby Manager was baffled at first, but then understanding dawned on him. "Yes, I understand. Young Master Shannon, you an that Miss from just now is not to be allowed near our hotel, is that correct?"
Thomas Shannon nodded.
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