"Are you sure?" Thomas Shannon seemed surprised that she would refuse.
Since when did his temper improve so much, how come he didn't know?
Just one second ago, she said she was angry, and the next second she refused his proposal for revenge.
Women are truly unpredictable creatures.
Sophie Sullivan nodded, a hint of coldness crossed her eyes, "I want to ruin her face with my own hands, but not now."
Sophie couldn't forget the nightmares she had, she couldn't forget that unforgettable fear and pain, the shiny knife gleaming coldly, ruthlessly cutting across her face.
She called to heaven and earth to no avail, as helpless as if the whole world had abandoned her.
Thomas Shannon hooked a smile, deep within his cold eyes spread a trace of indulgence, "As you wish, play however you want."
After all, it's her affair, she can make her own decision.
"Young Master, there is an urgent document that requires your approval."
