Thomas Shannon's face was ashen, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.
He strode quickly into the bedroom, kicking open the half-ajar door.
BANG!
The loud noise interrupted the two who were clinging together.
Sophie Sullivan's pliant body was practically draped over the bodyguard. The bodyguard's face flushed red. He quickly pulled his hands back, avoiding her as if she were a venomous viper.
Let alone touch her or take advantage of her.
The Young Master's woman—death to anyone who would touch her!
"Young Master, you're finally back!" The bodyguard breathed a sigh of relief.
Thomas Shannon looked at Sophie Sullivan. Her face was flushed scarlet, her eyes alluringly hazy. Fury welled up inside him, even though he knew she had been drugged. Seeing her clinging to another man like that, he couldn't suppress the urge to thrash her!
