The maids were trembling with fear, and Gaby was running chaotically around the main hall with great destructive power.
In the blink of an eye, another vase was knocked over.
"Gaby!"
Sophie Sullivan shouted, and the irritable Gaby imdiately turned her head.
Seeing Sophie, Gaby spun around and bounded towards her, leaping up with two strong front paws resting on her shoulders.
The large head kept rubbing against her, enthusiastically licking her face.
Sophie’s head dodged left and right, avoiding Gaby’s enthusiastic face-washing ceremony, and she patted its head, "Gaby, you’re being naughty again, aren’t you?"
Gaby let out a low whimper.
The large head kept rubbing against her, finally resting on her shoulder.
Sophie was almost crushed by it, "Gaby, co down, you’re too heavy."
However, Gaby was disobedient and still lay on her shoulder, pleading for head pats and affection.
Fluffy Zane and several maids saw Gaby finally calm down, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
The servants began to clean up the ss on the ground, Sophie patted Gaby’s large head, with a stern face, "Gaby, co down!"
Gaby slowly got down from her shoulders, obediently lying on the ground with her head resting on her foot.
Sophie was really infuriated by it; when it made mistakes, it knew how to act pitiful, just like how Harry acted cute when he made mistakes.
"Didn’t I tell you to stay well-behaved inside the room?"
Gaby’s ears twitched, lying on the ground like a big cat, well-behaved.
There was no trace of the ferocity it displayed just now when it was frantic.
After reprimanding Gaby, it was already late, so Sophie took it upstairs and returned to the room.
After taking a bath, Sophie held her mobile phone, staring at it for a long ti, unsure whether to make the call.
Finally, she dialed Lucifer’s number.
These days, Lucifer was running to Onassis Old Castle every day, watching the imposter being called Miss Cecilia Branford, his mood was extrely foul.
Receiving Sophie’s call, he was overjoyed, just in ti to relieve his inner depression, "Cecilia, I miss you..."
Lucifer’s voice was low, filled with affectionate longing.
"I miss you too, Lucifer." Sophie sighed, lying on the bed.
"Why sigh, dear?"
"Lucifer, I feel very strange..." Sophie Sullivan buried her head into the pillow in distress.
This version of herself felt very strange.
She began to feel less and less like herself and increasingly passive.
She disliked this feeling, and disliked this version of herself even more.
As if she had weaknesses held in soone else’s hands and had to be subject to others.
"Tell , what happened, Cecilia?"
Lucifer had to take it seriously, and even his voice carried a hint of solemnity.
"Lucifer, I argued with Thomas Shannon... he always deceives and always makes angry."
She fretfully grabbed her hair, pulling it twice, "Even knowing he always uses the bitter at strategy, I still soften each ti. Lucifer, I really hate this version of myself."
Lucifer’s thin lips pressed tightly, his handso eyebrows furrowed deeply, and his expression beca serious, "Cecilia, Thomas Shannon is not suitable for you. You should just play with him, don’t take it seriously."
Both of them were too strong-willed, and Cecilia more so wouldn’t admit defeat; Thomas Shannon, who controls K Group, stands at the pinnacle of power and is less likely to allow others to defy him.
The collision between these two will likely hurt them both with head wounds and bloodshed.
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