"Alright, dear, if you don’t want to go back to Country F, then you don’t have to for now."
Lucifer helplessly put a hand to his forehead; he truly had no control over her.
In the end, it concluded with Lucifer’s compromise.
...
"Young Master, she has already escaped!"
Charlie River approached Thomas Shannon, looking serious. "We found a fast-descending rope in a guest room. They must have rappelled down from the window directly to the north gate. There’s a surveillance dead end there. That’s where they left."
The man sitting on the hotel lobby sofa looked as dark as water, his cold eyes even more frightening.
A cigarette was held between his fingertips, its wisps of smoke gracefully billowing upwards.
The handso face behind the smoke was faint and dreamlike.
Charlie River couldn’t discern his thoughts and warily asked, "Young Master, their first thought now will be to leave here instantly. Should we set up a roadblock?"
Thomas Shannon’s bright eyebrows knitted together, and then his mobile phone rang.
He took out his mobile phone. Seeing it, his eyes ward slightly. "Mother."
At the other end, Mrs. Shannon must have said sothing, because the expression on Thomas Shannon’s face showed slight resistance. In the end, however, he compromised. "Okay, I’ll co see you tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Thomas Shannon took a deep puff. "If she wants to run, let her. In the end, she will co back to willingly."
He would make her understand that, despite her painstaking efforts to escape him, in the end, she wouldn’t be able to escape his palm.
Life was too dull; it was ti to play a ga to change the mood.
Derek Clark and his team, together with Sophie Sullivan, arrived at the airport. Surprisingly, they boarded the airplane without trouble.
The airplane took off on ti without any unexpected incidents.
"What’s the matter, Derek?" Seeing Derek’s intense look, Sophie couldn’t help but wonder if sothing had happened.
Derek voiced his thoughts, "Miss Cecilia Branford, if Thomas Shannon wanted to stop us, we wouldn’t have been able to board the airplane so easily."
"You an, Thomas Shannon didn’t try to stop us from leaving?"
Derek nodded, exactly.
Thomas Shannon didn’t stop them; otherwise, with his influence, it would have been easy for him to intercept them.
It was precisely because he didn’t do anything that they were able to leave so easily.
This left Derek, who had initially drawn up several escape plans, feeling sowhat frustrated.
He had racked his brains, wanting to match wits with Shannon, only to realize in the end that Shannon hadn’t viewed him as a threat.
Sophie Sullivan fell silent.
After all the trouble Thomas Shannon took to capture her in the hotel, he didn’t even try to prevent her from leaving in the end.
It was truly bewildering.
Just what was he planning?
Although Thomas Shannon didn’t prevent them from leaving, Derek didn’t dare to let his guard down.
After the airplane landed at the first destination, he began to switch to other transportation.
After several transit changes, they finally boarded a helicopter and flew to Lucifer’s private island in the South Pacific.
The sunshine was scorching, its golden rays shimring on the sea surface.
The helicopter landed at the helipad on the isle. Derek was the first to leave the cabin. He reached out his hand, "Miss Cecilia Branford, please."
Sophie, holding onto Derek’s arm, disembarked from the cabin. The butler of the isle, leading a group of maidservants and gardeners, stood in two lines. Seeing her, they perford a respectful 90-degree bow and greeted in unison, "Welco, Miss Cecilia Branford!"
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