Thomas Shannon’s expression darkened. Lillian Spencer?
Lillian Spencer was no ordinary person. Sophie was just visiting a shopping centre; could it really be such a coincidence that she ran into Lillian Spencer?
The man’s deep-set eyes grew even darker, like ink, so dense it seed impossible to dilute.
Sophie Sullivan voiced the question on her mind, "You know the President and the First Lady, so did you and Lillian Spencer grow up together as childhood sweethearts?"
"No."
Thomas Shannon answered succinctly, seemingly unwilling to discuss Lillian Spencer further.
His face was gloomy, as if covered with frost. Sophie glanced at him and knew sothing was on his mind.
As for what it was, was it sothing he couldn’t tell her?
Sophie grabbed the collar of his sleep gown, her beautiful eyes raised slightly. "Thomas Shannon, are you hiding sothing from ?"
The gloomy, handso face gradually softened. He chuckled, taking her hand and pressing it against his chest. "What nonsense are you thinking about again?"
"Did you have a relationship with Lillian Spencer?"
"Not every woman has had a relationship with , you know?" Thomas Shannon’s smile faded slightly. "Stay away from Lillian Spencer in the future."
"Why?"
Sophie Sullivan was determined to get to the bottom of this; she wouldn’t be comfortable until she found out sothing.
She always felt that Thomas Shannon was definitely hiding sothing from her.
"She’s Mr.President’s daughter. Interacting with her inevitably involves many rules, so it’s better to keep your distance."
"Humph."
Why did that remark make it sound as if she wasn’t worthy of standing beside Lillian Spencer?
The night was like spilled ink, deadly silent.
Thomas Shannon opened his eyes and looked at Sophie, who was sleeping soundly in his embrace. He carefully let her go, slipped out from under the silk quilt, and got out of bed.
Gaby was awakened, staring straight at him.
Thomas Shannon ignored her and left the bedroom.
「Inside the study room.」
Wisps of smoke curled upwards, the faint haze veiling the man’s exceptionally handso face, making it appear indistinct and adding an air of elusive mystery.
Thomas Shannon took a deep drag from his cigarette, remaining silent.
Charlie River stood with his head bowed, feeling imnse pressure. He quietly raised his eyes to look at Thomas Shannon. "Young Master, what are your instructions this late?"
"Today at the shopping centre, the maniac t Lillian Spencer. Why didn’t the bodyguards report it imdiately?"
If he hadn’t asked, he might never have known that Sophie had t Lillian Spencer at the shopping centre.
Such a coincidence could only occur if soone deliberately orchestrated it.
"Young Master, did the maniac encounter Miss Lillian Spencer?"
The mont the words left his mouth, Charlie River’s expression turned grim; he realized he’d asked a redundant question. He imdiately said, "Young Master, the bodyguards protecting the maniac probably don’t recognize Miss Lillian Spencer. That’s why they didn’t realize its significance and report it promptly."
"From today onwards, ensure every one of them morizes Lillian Spencer’s face." After a pause, Thomas Shannon’s brow tightened, and he took another deep drag from his cigarette. "If she approaches the maniac again, report to imdiately."
"Yes, Young Master!" Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Charlie River dared not delay.
He found photos of Lillian Spencer that very night and distributed one to each of the n in black. They were to keep the photo on their mobile phones and look at it daily to commit her face to mory.
「...」
「Country J.」
Frank Mitchell lay in a private hospital, his legs having been brutally broken by n sent by Jas Shannon.
He, who had always been impeccably handso, was now in a truly wretched state.
Not only did he have to recover from his injuries, but he also had to constantly hide from the people Thomas Shannon sent to kill him.
Forget returning to Country A; he couldn’t even leave Country J.
Now, he could only rely on George Field’s influence, constantly hiding and fleeing for his life.
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