At this moment, her voice held an obvious tremble.
When facing imminent danger, one instinctively feels fear.
Thomas Shannon's lips quirked into a mocking smile as he observed her panicked expression. "Punish you."
"Is it because I threw the cat? If so, I can apologize."
Harry flicked his tail in the air and meowed at her.
Stupid human, I have a name! Harry! Harry!
Thomas Shannon released the safety and started to aim. Sophie held her breath, turned, and ran.
BANG.
A gunshot rang out.
Sophie froze, not daring to move an inch.
"Get back here!"
Sophie turned, clenched her teeth, and returned to her previous position, carefully replacing the apple on her head.
She began to apologize mechanically, "Young Master, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have threatened you. I shouldn't have pressed a weapon against your noble neck..."
"What a bunch of nonsense."
How could Thomas Shannon fail to hear the utter lack of sincerity in her voice?
