Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 8: You Really are Naughty

There had always been a considerable number of maids in the castle, all of them handpicked beauties.

Through various stringent training and devil-like willpower exercises, they could finally beco qualified maids.

These maids would then be assigned to the hos of rich tycoons or politicians from different countries.

They would act as long-term spies undercover, gathering intelligence for Thomas Shannon.

Harry, held by the scruff of his neck and dangling mid-air, twitched and struggled for a mont before going limp, "OW~"

Thomas Shannon briefly raised the corner of his mouth. He tucked Harry into his arms with an arrogant yet cold deanor and said, "Send them to the pool."

Outside, the blazing sun beat down.

The sunshine grilled Mother Earth, and the rising heat wave spread across the land.

Thomas Shannon lay on a lounge chair, one long leg bent, his goblet held by his fingertips.

The scarlet red wine gently swirled in the glass, exuding a rich and intoxicating aroma.

There were ten maids in this batch.

They were all dressed in sexy bikinis, standing in a line. Each one, if singled out in a crowd, was a beauty impressive enough to leave people awestruck.

But to Thomas Shannon, who had seen all kinds of stunning beauties, they could barely catch his attention.

Taking a sip of the red wine, his mood seed lackluster. "Begin."

The maids had been briefed beforehand; today’s inspection content was swimming.

The mont the command was given, the ten of them jumped into the swimming pool in succession.

They dashed through the water with the most graceful strokes.

Having a gorgeous posture was not enough; their eyes also had to be sufficiently seductive.

Maintaining their most beautiful posture at all tis was a required part of their training.

At this mont, the ten of them demonstrated their skills in the water.

Harry’s plump head scooted in closer, curiously licking the wine glass.

Thomas Shannon caught his ears with one hand. His bright brow furrowed slightly. "Harry, you’re really disobedient."

"OW~"

Harry’s furry body was tossed and plopped into the water in a parabolic curve.

「...」

Hungry, starving to the point of dizziness. It was already the third day—the third day of fasting and water deprivation.

Sophie Sullivan didn’t know how much longer she could hold on. Lying on the bed, a trace of unplaceable resentnt welled up within her.

As if precisely timing the weakest point of her ntal defenses, the bedroom door opened.

A maid walked in carrying aromatic food.

Sophie Sullivan sat up laboriously, propping herself up on the bed with her arms.

"Hungry?"

"..."

"Want to eat?"

The maid pushed the tray towards her.

The appealing food was so close she could reach out and touch it.

But Sophie Sullivan knew it was not going to be that simple. She pursed her lips and looked at the maid.

"If you don’t speak, that ans you’re not hungry. Then, you’ll just have to keep enduring it." The maid turned to leave.

It really seed like she had only co to ask if she was hungry and if she wanted to eat.

Sophie Sullivan leaped off the bed, grabbed the maid’s neck from behind, and knocked her to the ground.

Then, she quickly snatched the tray from her hands and, not bothering with a knife and fork, started wolfing down the food with her bare hands.

The maid reacted, raising her hand to strike.

Sophie Sullivan caught her arm mid-air and threw it aside.

"Don’t eat!" The maid lunged, trying to snatch the food away.

How could she allow the food that was almost in her mouth to be snatched away?

Holding onto the plate, Sophie Sullivan stuffed food into her mouth while running around the bedroom.

Having been starved for three days, she obviously didn’t have the physical strength to contend with the maid.

Monts later, Sophie Sullivan was pinned to the ground by the maid, her cheeks pressed hard against the floor.

"Still not speaking?" The maid nodded, then called for her companion.

Another maid walked in with a rope that had been prepared in advance.