The woman wore a black floor-length formal dress, accentuating her fair skin and beauty. Her long legs peeked in and out from the high slit.
When she saw Thomas Shannon, the arrogance in her gaze disappeared.
It became gentle and softened a little.
"Good evening, Young Master Shannon."
The woman tilted her head gracefully, a charming smile curving at the corner of her lips.
Thomas Shannon ignored her greeting, turned his head, and looked at Sophie Sullivan. "Hungry? Go and find something for yourself to eat. Lan Singh and I have some things to discuss."
Sophie knew that her mission for this trip was to quietly be a vase.
After hearing Thomas Shannon's words, she wasn't surprised and nodded. "Understood. You guys can come look for me when you're done."
As Sophie turned to walk away, her wrist was caught by the man.
She looked back in confusion. Under the brilliant lights of the banquet hall, Thomas Shannon was incredibly handsome!
