The tea table didn't hurt, but her toes suffered.
A sharp pain shot through her toes, and she suddenly bent over, "Damn it!"
At 7:30, the doorbell rang.
Sophie Sullivan thought Thomas Shannon returned, she sat deliberately for a while, then lazily went to open the door, "You..." finally willing to come back.
Before finishing her sentence, she saw Andres's hypocritical face, smiling as he looked at her.
Sophie's eye color suddenly turned icy, constrained by Thomas Shannon's men in black in the corridor, she couldn't explode, "Uncle, morning."
"Good morning, Cecilia, how about having breakfast together?" Andres enthusiastically invited, but at the sight of his face, Sophie lost all appetite, let alone having breakfast.
Just as she was about to refuse, Andres spoke again, "Cecilia, let's have a good talk between uncle and niece, about you and Young Master Shannon."
What is there to talk about regarding her and Thomas Shannon?
