Good job!
Sophie Sullivan really did well!
How could he have fallen for such an incredibly foolish woman!
"Yes, Young Master."
Charlie River imdiately took out his mobile phone and contacted Lillian Spencer.
Lillian Spencer, who was resting her head inside the car, heard the phone ring and gradually opened her eyes.
"Heh." A contemptuous laugh rang out inside the compartnt.
Charlie River looked troubled, "Young Master, Miss Lillian Spencer isn’t answering the phone."
Thomas Shannon, who was smoking, rely sneered at Charlie River’s words and his gaze fell on the mobile phone on the desk.
Stretching out his long arm, he grabbed the mobile phone and called Lillian Spencer.
Lillian Spencer finally answered the phone, "What do you want?"
"Let’s arrange a place to et."
"There’s no need, I don’t want to see you."
Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, his eyes filled with a hint of malice, "In half an hour, at the cafe where you just t Sophie Sullivan. If you don’t show up, bear the consequences yourself."
Lillian Spencer raised her hand and pinched her brow.
She set down the phone, "Turn around and go back to the cafe."
Guard: "Yes, Miss."
Linda watched outside the car window, staying silent the entire ti.
At the cafe, Lillian Spencer glanced at the expressionless Linda, "Linda, stay in the car."
"Yes, Miss."
The cafe had already been cleared out.
The n in black had already taken control, Charlie River looked at Lillian Spencer and smiled slightly, "Miss Lillian Spencer, please co inside."
Lillian Spencer sneered, not expecting Thomas Shannon to have a day to fear.
She sat down opposite Thomas Shannon, casually leaning back against the chair, her gaze falling on Thomas Shannon’s tense handso face.
Neither of them spoke.
Thomas Shannon’s eyes were shadowed, staring at Lillian Spencer for a while before he spoke coldly, "I told you, if you have sothing, co after , anyone dares to touch a single hair on Sophie Sullivan, don’t bla for being ruthless."
"Thomas Shannon, I really want to see what your ’ruthless’ ans."
"You might as well try."
"Heh." Lillian Spencer chuckled lightly, holding her head in apparent distress, "But what should I do, I’ve told Sophie Sullivan everything about you. The person who should be worried now is you."
"What did you say?" Thomas Shannon clenched his hand into a fist and suddenly slamd it on the dining table.
The coffee on the table surface trembled, spilling out of the cup.
Lillian Spencer sneered, "The one you keep in the manor, Raina Bell, who does she actually resemble? Don’t you think Sophie Sullivan ought to know?"
Thomas Shannon stood up, looking down at Lillian Spencer with extre coldness in his eyes, his deep eyes filled with turbulent waves, "I never knew you were so well-acquainted with the affairs of my family."
"The land you stand on is Country A. And I am the master of Country A."
Lillian Spencer reminded him of this matter.
"A fine master of Country A, your father wouldn’t even dare speak to in such a way!"
Lillian Spencer stood up as well, fearlessly looking at Thomas Shannon, "I hope you always have the confidence to speak this way."
With those words, she turned and left.
Behind her, Thomas Shannon’s deep voice ca with a warning: "Lillian Spencer, Sophie Sullivan isn’t soone you can ss with!"
...
Evening.
With the sun setting in the west, the scorching heat of the daylight had gradually faded away.
A night breeze blew by, bringing a slight coolness.
Sophie Sullivan sat on the balcony, her eyes dreamy as she gazed at the distant skyline.
Gaby lay beside her, its big head lifted high, looking at the sky.
Thomas Shannon returned, exuding a murderous aura, he undid two shirt buttons with one hand, "Where’s the maniac?"
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