"I really didn't know your face... was like this."
"Whether you really didn't know, or you're pretending not to know, it doesn't matter anymore."
Sophie Sullivan chuckled, looking at Thomas Shannon, her gaze provocative. "Thomas, I just want to know, how can a slave girl like this obtain intelligence for you?"
"She hasn't been on a mission yet." Thomas Shannon sat down next to her, picking up Harry, who was sleeping with his limbs spread out, his belly exposed.
The sudden attention startled Harry awake; he looked utterly confused.
It wasn't until his master stroked the fur on his head that he came to his senses, letting out a pitiful MEOW, daring to be angry but not daring to speak out.
Sophie's gaze fell on Raina Bell, thoughtful. If she hasn't been on a mission yet, that means she's still clean.
She knew Thomas Shannon was a clean freak when it came to women.
So, Raina... still has a chance.
At this thought, she couldn't help but laugh, her laughter tinged with contempt.
