CLICK.
The bedroom door opened, and Frank Mitchell, dressed in a bathrobe, was holding a towel in one hand and wiping his dripping wet hair with the other.
His expression was slightly cold, and his scrutinizing gaze fell on Sophie Sullivan.
He looked her up and down carefully.
Only when he saw that she was still wearing the clothes from yesterday did his expression relax somewhat.
"You're here?" he asked casually. Frank Mitchell walked over to the tea table, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to Sophie.
She glanced at it but didn't reach for it. "You said Thomas Shannon came to Country J. Are you sure about the information?"
She looked anxious, and a hint of panic in her beautiful eyes suggested she truly feared Thomas Shannon's arrival.
Frank Mitchell held the wine glass and sipped a few mouthfuls before chuckling. "Are you doubting my sources?"
