"Linda... You’re not my Isla..."
You’re not.
My Isla wouldn’t be so cruel, much less so heartless to .
You... In the end, you’re not my Isla.
Linda grabbed him into the car, pressing a gun against him, making him drive.
Edward Benson drove the car to the manor entrance without any resistance. Linda circled around the car to the driver’s seat, yanked him out, and got into the car herself.
The accelerator hit, speeding away.
Edward Benson stood still, laughed self-deprecatingly, and as he laughed, he raised his head to look at the pitch-black nightfall, and shouted hoarsely, "Ah..."
Inside the restaurant, Sophie Sullivan looked at Charlie River, "Gone?"
Charlie River received the ssage, nodded, "Already gone."
Only then did Sophie Sullivan annoyedly slap Thomas Shannon, "Alright, quickly tell what in the end is going on?"
Spitting blood all over her, filthy to death.
If it weren’t for her quick reflexes, they’d definitely be exposed now!
Thomas Shannon imdiately spat out the blood bag hidden in his mouth; he frowned in disgust, looking at the doctors surrounding him behind, "What blood is this?"
"Young Master... It’s, uh, chicken blood."
Thomas Shannon: "..."
The dignified Young Master Shannon, actually hiding chicken blood in his mouth and skillfully spat it out.
Perford a dramatic play of spitting blood due to poisoning, really not simple!
Sophie Sullivan laughed heartlessly, "Thomas Shannon, how does chicken blood taste? How are you feeling now?"
Thomas Shannon glared at her, got up, and went to the restroom to clean up. Sophie Sullivan eagerly followed him, wanting to go into the restroom with him.
But was pushed out ruthlessly by Young Master Shannon, "Get out."
"No way, I want to see!" Sophie’s body squeezed in.
Thomas Shannon glared at her with a fierce look, took out new dental tools, and started to brush his teeth.
Seeing Thomas Shannon’s frustrated look, Sophie Sullivan laughed uncontrollably, nearly unable to stand straight. Fearlessly, she advised from the side, "Brush thoroughly, or I won’t kiss you."
Thomas Shannon put down the toothbrush, with foam all over his mouth, stretched out his long arm attempting to grab her, but Sophie Sullivan slipped away like a smooth eel.
"What’s the matter, so angry out of embarrassnt?"
Thomas Shannon snorted coldly and, with one hand, slamd the door shut, rcilessly leaving her outside.
Sophie Sullivan raised her hand, knocked on the door, "Thomas Shannon, you spit blood all over , I need to clean it imdiately, quickly open the door."
Next second, the restroom door suddenly swung open.
Thomas Shannon’s handso face was somber, as if soone owed him several hundred million, "Say one more word, and I’ll kiss you right now!"
Sophie Sullivan shivered, disgusted to the point of goosebumps, and slipped away.
Before slipping away, she didn’t forget to throw out a dismissive remark: "I don’t want to, too gross."
Gross?
Knows it’s gross yet deliberately ca over to laugh at him?
Really deserves a beating!
Thomas Shannon brushed his teeth several tis until his oral cavity was filled with a refreshing mint taste before satisfactorily putting down the toothbrush.
Coming out of the restroom, all the doctors were there, hanging their heads, waiting for the storm from Young Master Shannon.
Sophie Sullivan already went upstairs; she changed into clean howear and ca down. Seeing this scene, she couldn’t help but laugh.
The laughter drew Young Master’s attention; he furrowed his brows, thin lips slightly pressed, a precursor to anger, "Is it that funny?"
"Can I tell the truth?"
"..."
"Hahaha... It really is funny. Just thinking about you had a blood bag with chicken blood in your mouth, I can’t control myself..."
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