Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 98: Are you angry with me?

Her sexy posture, with a hint of coquettishness, was tempting.

"Young Master, please have so tea."

As his thoughts swirled, a vaguely familiar female voice reached his ears.

Thomas Shannon slowly lifted his head, his cold eyes shooting out a gaze as sharp as a knife blade. Alia Shaw, dressed in the uniform of a servant, held a tray, a slight smile on her face.

"What are you doing here?"

Ice instantly covered Thomas Shannon’s handso face as he stood up abruptly. "Butler, get over here this instant!"

Hearing the Young Master’s furious roar, the butler scurried over, bowing respectfully. "Young Master, you called for ?"

Thomas Shannon pointed at Alia Shaw, his eyes brutally cold and dark. "Tell , who let her in?"

"Y-Young Master, Miss Shaw was selected after successfully passing our recruitnt assessnt."

The butler hadn’t expected that the recruitnt announcent would not only attract many girls eager to work at Shannons’ Manor but also Alia Shaw.

When Alia Shaw arrived, she had made it clear that she hoped he, the butler, wouldn’t resort to any petty tricks and that everyone would follow the established rules and procedures.

The butler hadn’t thought highly of her and didn’t believe she could pass the assessnt to successfully enter the manor.

But she had proved him wrong.

Alia Shaw had not only t all the strict, almost draconian, conditions and requirents but was also the top scorer among the newly hired maidservants, possessing the most outstanding abilities.

The butler had no choice but to employ her.

The butler wasn’t sure of the Young Master’s true feelings—whether he still harbored any affection for Miss Shaw—so he had to bite the bullet and hire her.

Alia Shaw clutched the tray nervously and stepped forward, shielding the butler. "Thomas Shannon, I chose to co here myself; it has nothing to do with the butler. If you’re angry, just scold ."

Her moist eyes looked at him timidly, like a lost deer in a misty forest. Her clear, innocent eyes held a hint of helpless confusion. Such a sight was heart-wrenching, capable of stirring a protective instinct in anyone.

Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pressed tightly as he glared at her, his gaze like a dagger. Alia Shaw flinched. "Thomas Shannon... are you angry with ?"

"..."

"I don’t have a penny to my na; I can only work to support myself."

"..."

"If you’re angry, then I..." Tears welled in Alia Shaw’s eyes, and she bit her lip hard.

Thomas Shannon snorted, taking a step closer to her. "If I’m angry, then what will you do?"

"I... I..." Alia Shaw retreated in fear.

Thomas Shannon sneered. "Get out. I’ll only say this once."

Seeing her reminded him of their ridiculous past.

So, the best solution was to make her get out!

Alia Shaw frantically shook her head, tears streaming down her face. She was crying pitifully as the tray in her hands clattered to the floor. "Thomas Shannon, please don’t send away... I know I was wrong, I really do."

"Young Master..."

Suddenly, a maid’s panicked cry ca from outside.

Thomas Shannon turned his head at the sound. A maid stumbled in, pursued by a maniac wielding a fruit knife.

The maid, pale with fright, instinctively ran towards Thomas Shannon. "Young Master, the maniac is going crazy again!"

Alia Shaw blinked away her tears, staring at Sophie Sullivan in shock.

Why... Why is she so hideous?

Half of her face was simply unbearable to look at!

If she appeared late at night, she’d probably scare a timid baby into crying.

What is this woman doing?

She’s holding a knife. Is she planning to kill soone?