Suppressing her nausea, Sophie Sullivan asked coldly, "What method?"
Frank Mitchell chuckled softly, his hand tightening around her slender, soft waist, forcing Sophie Sullivan's body against his.
"If you come with me, Thomas Shannon won't want you anymore."
"Are you so sure?" Sophie Sullivan scoffed. "Amelia Shaw is with you, but doesn't Thomas Shannon still want her?"
Frank Mitchell squinted, a cold glint in his eyes. "You're wrong. Thomas Shannon never had her. Only I have possessed her body."
"So what?"
"If you come with me, you can escape Thomas Shannon. Isn't that a pleasing solution?"
Sophie Sullivan took a deep breath, mustering all her strength to stomp on Frank Mitchell's foot. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction from the pain, she jumped a few steps back, distancing herself from him.
Frank Mitchell's face twisted in pain, and the look in his eyes instantly darkened. "You maniac! You refused the wine, and now you must face the punishment!"
