Not long after, Thomas Shannon, his shirt soaked with wine, changed his clothes and returned to the private room.
"Young Master..." Raina Bell's eyes were glistening as she looked at him, pleading for help.
Thomas Shannon's gaze landed on the mobile phone on the tea table. Bending over, he picked it up, his cold eyes flicking to Raina Bell. "Don't forget your duty," he said.
Raina Bell's heart plunged as if into an ice cellar.
Don't forget your duty...
What was her duty?
That's right, a female slave...
Complete the mission at all costs.
Cruz laughed heartily, then jeered, "Young Master Shannon, this little female slave of yours is truly disappointing. She's not up to your usual standards."
"It's her first time serving someone; it's natural for her to be nervous." Thomas Shannon glanced at his wristwatch. An indifferent smile touched his thin lips. "It's getting late. I hope you have fun."
