Charlie River resumed his deadpan expression. "You have five more minutes, hurry up!"
A shiver ran through Sophie Sullivan. Her sore waist and weak legs were suddenly inconsequential; Dealing with Thomas Shannon was the most important thing!
Bracing her trembling legs, she followed Charlie River.
They finally arrived at the golf course.
Seeing Thomas Shannon swinging his club, Sophie immediately found a chair in the recreation area and sat down without a second thought.
There was a cup of iced juice on the tabletop in front of her. She picked it up and took a few sips through the straw.
Thomas Shannon handed his club to a nearby maid and walked towards Sophie.
As she sipped her fruit juice, Sophie gave Thomas Shannon a playful, squinty-eyed smile.
Thomas Shannon's lips quirked slightly. It was too late for her to try to butter him up now.
He came to stand before her, looking down at her imperiously. "Is it good?"
"Not bad."
