"This is...?"
"These are the butlers and servants on the island, Miss Cecilia Branford. If you have any requests, just instruct them," Derek Clark gave her a simple introduction.
Sophie Sullivan nodded. From last night until now, she had been rushing about all night.
She was also tired. "Take to my bedroom."
"Yes, Miss Cecilia Branford. Please follow ," the butler said with a smile, making an inviting gesture.
Sophie Sullivan, led by the butler, stepped into the villa. Because Derek Clark had notified them in advance, Sophie Sullivan’s room was ready.
The bedsheets and toiletries were, without exception, all brand new.
"Miss Cecilia Branford, this is your bedroom. The sleep gowns and clothes in the wardrobe have all been tailored to your size. If there’s anything you don’t like or are not satisfied with, please feel free to let us know, and we will rectify it imdiately," the butler said with a smile as he opened the bedroom door, standing to one side.
"I need to rest. Without my permission, no one is allowed to co in and disturb ." Sophie Sullivan turned and walked toward the bath chamber.
The butler respectfully bowed his head. "Yes, Miss Cecilia Branford."
Sophie Sullivan took a bath, washing away her exhaustion. She put on the silky silk nightgown and lay down on the bed.
As soon as her body touched the soft bed, drowsiness quickly overca her. It didn’t take long for her to fall into a deep sleep.
「Country A, Imperial City.」
Minimus Hart stood on the high stairs of the castle, overlooking the vast manor.
When Thomas Shannon discovered Sophie Sullivan was missing, he was thunderously angry. He left in a hurry with Charlie River and the man in black.
He didn’t return until deep at night.
Minimus Hart had been standing there, waiting for Thomas Shannon...
She hoped Sophie Sullivan wouldn’t return. While Sophie Sullivan desperately wanted to escape this place, many others were eager to stay. If she knew what was good for her, she’d stay far, far away this ti and never co back. Otherwise, her fate would only be worse.
She waited until late into the night, her legs numb, before she finally saw the lights of the black Lincoln cut through the manor’s tranquility.
The fleet gradually stopped. Charlie River helped a drunken Thomas Shannon out of the car, carefully reminding him, "Young Master, be careful. Watch your step."
After watching for a while and not seeing Sophie Sullivan, Minimus Hart’s face lit up, and she quickly ran down the stairs.
"Charlie, what happened to the Young Master?" she asked, reaching out to support Thomas Shannon’s other arm.
Charlie River said faintly, "Young Master is drunk."
"Let’s help Young Master back to his bedroom first. I’ll have the servants make so hangover soup," Minimus Hart suggested. Charlie River nodded in agreent.
Just as they managed to get Thomas Shannon back to his bedroom, he vomited.
Charlie River and Minimus Hart were thrown into a flurry. The servants began to clean up the vomit on the floor, change the bedsheets, and spray air freshener.
Charlie River helped Thomas Shannon into the bath chamber and took off his soiled shirt.
The drunken man suddenly raised his hand, gripping Charlie River’s wrist tightly. "Don’t touch !"
Charlie River was in so much pain that cold sweat beaded on his forehead. "Young Master, it’s . It’s Charlie."
Thomas Shannon opened his eyes. His hazy gaze lingered, scrutinizing him for a good while. Only after confirming it was Charlie River did he release his hand.
This made Minimus Hart, who had wanted to step forward and help, stop in her tracks. It seed that the incident with Raina Bell had made the Young Master wary. It would be no easy task for anyone else to get close to him now.
After much effort, Thomas Shannon finally lay down on the bed. Charlie River stayed by his side. Once the servants brought the hangover soup, he helped Thomas Shannon sit up. "Young Master, it’s ti to drink the hangover soup."
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