"Yes, Young Master."
In less than five minutes, Charlie River found out where the three of them were dining.
"Go to the restaurant."
The black Lincoln fleet quickly turned around.
In the mbership-based western restaurant, a band was playing lodious violin music live.
The sound of the violin was lodious, drifting in the sky.
The three of them were dining, occasionally talking softly, joking and laughing.
Thomas Shannon saw this scene from afar, his handso face as cold as ice.
How much face does Jim Jones have to need two won to accompany him for dinner?
What kind of look is Sophie Sullivan giving, staring straight at Jim Jones?
Damn it!
"Young Master, aren’t you going in?" Charlie River asked softly from the side.
Thomas Shannon held Harry in one hand and took out his mobile phone with the other, giving him a cold look, "What’s it to you?"
Charlie River hurriedly admitted his mistake, "Young Master, I overstepped."
Thomas Shannon kept his eyes fixed on Sophie Sullivan’s table and called William Guillen.
"Lan Singh, co over."
William Guillen had just picked up the phone when he heard this out-of-context statent, leaving him confused, "What do you an?"
"I’m at the restaurant. I’ll send you the address later, co over imdiately."
"What’s going on that’s so urgent?"
"Fluffy Zane is being harassed by a man."
Upon hearing this, William Guillen frowned, "Did you see it?"
That woman really never lets anyone rest easy!
Hasn’t she learned her lesson from what happened at the bar last night?
"Hmm." Thomas Shannon was about to hang up the phone.
William Guillen’s anxious voice ca through, "Thomas, since you’re there, why don’t you help?"
"She’s not my woman, why should I help?"
With that, Young Master Shannon rcilessly hung up the phone.
William Guillen cursed under his breath, grabbed his suit jacket, and walked out. The secretary was just about to deliver an urgent file to the President’s Office when the door to the office opened, and William Guillen rushed out like the wind.
The secretary called after him, "President, there’s a docunt that requires your imdiate..."
"Leave it!"
With those words, William Guillen’s shadow had already disappeared into the elevator.
The three of them were chatting and having dinner, Sophie Sullivan put down her knife and fork, picked up the red wine, and gently shook it, noticing the details.
Jim Jones’s gaze was almost entirely on Fluffy Zane, treating her with great care.
A man like that, if not genuinely interested, can only be said to have a deep ga.
Clearly, Jim Jones belonged to the forr category. Only n like William Guillen, who have played through the flower bush, would use tactics.
"Fennie, you’ve been looking at . Do I have dirt on my face?" Fluffy Zane finally noticed sothing was off about Sophie Sullivan and put down her knife and fork, raised her hand to touch her face.
She felt nothing.
Sophie Sullivan chuckled softly, "I was looking at Jim Jones. He hasn’t looked directly at , making wonder if I’m too ugly and scared him."
At close range, the scars on Sophie Sullivan’s face could still be seen.
Although they were partially obscured by her hair, they were inevitably exposed to the public’s view while she was dining.
Jim Jones, upon hearing this, put down his knife and fork, picked up a napkin and gently wiped the corner of his mouth, his smile refined, "How could that be? Don’t belittle yourself, you’re not ugly at all. On the contrary, I know you’re very beautiful."
Sophie Sullivan noted his last remark, that he knew she was beautiful, but was it not the kind he liked?
"And what about Fluffy?" She rested her chin in her hand and looked at Fluffy Zane.
Jim Jones was taken aback at first, then lowered his head and began to laugh softly, sowhat abashed, "Fluffy is also very charming."
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