A group of staff and men in black just watched the two publicly engage in flirtatious banter.
The men in black were already accustomed to it, but the staff were amazed in their hearts: was this really the cold-faced King of Hell from Country A?
How could this be the high and mighty, inviolable Young Master Shannon? Clearly, he had fallen into a love he's eager to embrace, a gentle Young Master.
Finally soothing Sophie Sullivan, Thomas Shannon's gaze fell on the staff's faces, his smile paused, his bright brow furrowed, radiating an oppressive aura.
"Why are you still standing there?" His deep voice was already revealing a hint of displeasure.
The staff reacted promptly, responding immediately.
Undoubtedly, both were God's favorites, their features exquisitely unparalleled, as if meticulously sculpted by God's hand.
Even without makeup, Sophie was still astonishingly beautiful. Her intoxicated blush added an irresistible color to her.
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