Sophie Wexler watched the little boy eat, one bite at a time.
Although he was hungry, he didn't wolf down his food. On the contrary, his movements were unhurried, each one carrying a certain elegance. His dining etiquette was impeccable.
Sophie watched him, thinking, 'To have manners cultivated to this degree, he can't be from a simple background.'
"Can you tell me your name now?" Sophie Wexler asked, looking at him.
Shawn Thorne's fingers, holding the chopsticks, paused. He finished eating the piece of food he'd picked up, then set down his chopsticks and looked up at Sophie Wexler across from him.
He answered, "Shawn Thorne."
'Besides, no one outside The Royal Family knows their names, so it doesn't matter if I say it,' he thought.
Hearing this, Sophie Wexler's eyes flickered. 'Thorne.'
'That Shane Thorne from before also had the surname Thorne. Are they related?'
Shawn Thorne didn't overthink it. After speaking, he went back to eating.
