"In the Mister’s heart, you are always his top priority."
Thomas Shannon sneered, "And where does that leave Mrs. Shannon?"
Charlie River raised his voice, "Madam holds the first place in the Mister’s heart, and you are second."
Who didn’t know that Jas Shannon was utterly devoted to pampering his wife?
The decisive, cold-blooded king of the K Group empire eventually transford, his steely resolve lting into tender affection, all conquered by his wife. If Madam went east, he wouldn’t dare go west. If Madam wanted a star, he wouldn’t dare offer her Moony. For her sake, he even abdicated early, handing over complete authority of the Group to Thomas Shannon. He then settled down with his wife in a place facing the ocean, where flowers blood in spring. They raised flowers, sketched from life, enjoyed the scenic mountains and waters, and traveled the world.
Thomas Shannon lowered his eyelids. Whether Frank Mitchell is an illegitimate child or not... it would be easy to find out.
"Charlie, find a way to get a sample of Frank Mitchell’s hair. I want to do a paternity test."
Mrs. Shannon is so fragile. If Frank Mitchell is truly his father’s illegitimate child, I will definitely not let either of them off the hook! If not, then it would be a happy ending for everyone.
"Young Master, getting Frank Mitchell’s hair is no problem, but the Mister’s hair..." Charlie asked nervously, "Who will pluck it?"
Who would dare to act so presumptuously in front of Jas Shannon?
Charlie knew he didn’t dare. Even if he were given several tis more courage, he still wouldn’t dare.
Thomas Shannon turned around and shot him a cold glance. Charlie wilted, "Young Master, I don’t dare..."
「Sophie Sullivan woke again.」
She sat up and saw Gaby, who also sat up when he heard the movent. She leaned over and stroked Gaby’s large head. "Good morning, Gaby."
Gaby rubbed against her and let out a howl.
He’s probably hungry.
Gaby’s appetite was astonishing; he needed several at-based als a day.
He was probably waiting for to get up, so he hasn’t eaten anything yet.
"Good boy, I’ll take you to have breakfast soon."
After washing up, Sophie led Gaby downstairs and ran right into Thomas Shannon, who was just coming out of the study room.
"Awake?" Thomas Shannon raised an eyebrow and walked toward her.
Just as he was about to approach, Gaby’s massive body moved to block Sophie, howling fiercely and not allowing him to get any closer.
Thomas Shannon clenched his fists, struggling to contain his irritation. This fellow... the more I look at him, the more he gets on my nerves!
Seeing Thomas Shannon flustered for a rare change, Sophie couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a bit unkind.
Thomas Shannon endured it, then endured it so more. "Fennie, tell it to move aside."
"Why?" Sophie asked, feigning innocence.
"Are you going to let a tiger be a lightbulb when we’re spending ti together?"
My Harry is very considerate; he’s never been a lightbulb! They’re both felines. How can they be so different?
"Gaby is not a lightbulb; he is my beloved pet!" Sophie corrected him, annoyed. "Besides, I haven’t forgiven you yet. So, your request is rejected!"
She still hasn’t forgiven ?
Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened, and the corners of his mouth curved into an ambiguous smile. "What must I do for you to forgive ?"
"That depends on your performance."
Sophie patted Gaby. "Gaby, let’s go."
Gaby let out a ferocious howl at Thomas Shannon before leisurely following Sophie downstairs.
Watching the two of them, one person and one tiger, depart, Thomas Shannon felt a tightness in his chest, a frustration with no outlet.
He slamd his fist against the wall. "Charlie!"
"Young Master, your orders?"
Thomas Shannon gritted his teeth, enunciating each word, "Find a veterinarian. Give that tactless tiger so dicine to make it sleep for three days and three nights."
"Young Master, if that little maniac finds out, she will be angry..."
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