"By the way, Young Master, Miss Sullivan has also sent people to find quite a few unlocking experts, trying to open the ankle chain."
Thomas Shannon snorted with laughter - an unlocking expert?
That ankle chain, unless he, Thomas Shannon, is willing, Sophie Sullivan can forget about opening it in this lifetime!
It was his second mark left on her after the tattoo.
Just as he hung up the man's call in black, Sophie Sullivan's call came through.
Thomas Shannon looked at the number marked as 'wife,' an overly charming, wicked smile at the corner of his mouth.
He seemed to be intent on keeping Sophie on the hook, and only after a long time did he lazily pick up the phone, asking, "Little Treasure, miss me?"
"Miss your head! Thomas Shannon, tell me, how exactly do I unlock this ankle chain on my foot?" Sophie growled angrily.
Apparently, she was already being driven mad by that ankle chain.
