Afterwards, Sophie Sullivan collapsed onto the bed and fell soundly asleep.
Thomas Shannon leaned against the head of the bed, lit a cigarette, and his handsome face appeared blurred and ethereal through the smoke.
His brows remained furrowed with worry.
As if a tinge of melancholy never once left him.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
The bedroom door was knocked.
Thomas Shannon, with a cigarette in his mouth, put on his sleep gown and got out of bed.
He opened the bedroom door, and Charlie River was standing outside with a serious look on his face. "Young Master..."
He seemed hesitant to speak, as if he had some reservations.
"Go to the study room."
Charlie River sighed with relief. "Yes!"
After carefully closing the study door, Charlie River turned around and approached the desk.
Thomas Shannon stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and gazed at him with deep, profound eyes. "What is it?"
"Young Master, there's an unknown power investigating the maniac."
