Before George Stanford was taken away by the man in black, he glared fiercely at Minimus Hart.
Minimus Hart sneered. He and Sophie Sullivan were in cahoots, and I was just telling the truth. What does he have to be angry about? When he used that surgical knife to slash my face, he should have known this day of retribution would co. I also knew George Stanford wouldn’t treat my face, so I might as well burn all bridges. If I can’t live well, then no one else should either.
When the visitors ca today, I already had a feeling sothing would happen. I personally watched Sophie Sullivan hide in the car and leave with those three doctors. The reason I didn’t expose her at that ti wasn’t that I wanted to help Sophie Sullivan, but because I wanted her to get far, far away from here. Even if Sophie hadn’t left on her own, I would have taken action against her to get my revenge! Her leaving voluntarily actually saved a lot of trouble.
George Stanford was locked up in a dark cell. He was shoved to the ground by the man in black, and then an intense interrogation followed. They were determined to force him to reveal Sophie Sullivan’s whereabouts.
They boarded the airplane, and it took off smoothly.
Only then did Sophie Sullivan finally relax her tightly wound nerves.
The flight was long. Seeing her tired face, Lucifer covered her with a thin blanket and gently stroked her smooth hair. "Sleep, Cecilia Branford. Have a good sleep, and don’t think about anything. I’ll take care of everything."
Sophie Sullivan closed her eyelids, nodded, and allowed herself to fall asleep.
The flight lasted for more than ten hours. Except for als, Sophie Sullivan spent almost all her ti sleeping. She didn’t ask Lucifer where he was taking her. She trusted he wouldn’t put her in danger.
Before getting off the airplane, Sophie Sullivan was disguised.
She pursed the corners of her mouth in dissatisfaction. Lucifer laughed softly, "Dear, just bear with it for a bit."
"Is it fun to dress up as a Black person?"
Sophie Sullivan glared at him fiercely. Lucifer put a hand to his forehead, his laughter growing louder and threatening to beco uncontrollable.
"Lucifer!" Sophie Sullivan was angry, glaring at him.
He was still laughing! He was actually still laughing!
Leo’s shoulders shook slightly as he tried his best to restrain himself. "Miss Cecilia Branford, to conceal our identities, we had to inconvenience you with this disguise temporarily. Once we reach the manor, everything will be fine."
"I understand the reasoning, but why a curvaceous Black woman?"
Padding had been stuffed onto her body, forcibly giving her a voluptuous figure, and chocolate-colored foundation had been applied to her skin, creating the healthy complexion of a Black person. Her exaggerated, explosive curly hair nearly covered most of her face.
Now, she looked like a completely different person. Even if she were standing in front of Thomas Shannon at this very mont, he probably wouldn’t recognize her.
Lucifer pressed both hands on her shoulders, stopping her as she was about to go berserk and vent her anger violently. "Dear, be good; just bear with it a little longer."
Sophie Sullivan stomped her foot angrily. "Fine, I’ll bear with it!"
After leaving the airport through a special passage and getting into the car, Sophie Sullivan raised her hand to snatch off the explosive curly wig on her head.
Her hand had barely risen when Lucifer stopped her.
"Lucifer, I’ve endured this the entire way!" Sophie Sullivan pursed the corners of her lips, her beautiful, blazing eyes glaring at him, her expression screaming, I can’t bear this anymore!
Lucifer’s smile was gentle. He stroked her head dotingly, coaxing her as one would a child throwing a tantrum, "Cecilia Branford, be good now. Bear it for just a little while longer; we haven’t shaken off our tail yet."
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