His threatening tone stirred the rebellious blood within Sophie Sullivan.
She gave a knowing smile, though her eyes were devoid of mirth and icy cold. "Is it just to provoke you, Thomas Shannon? Besides threatening me with Old Mr. Standford, what other tricks do you have? I'm telling you, even a cornered rabbit will bite. At worst, I'll give up this face!"
She had endured enough days of being threatened and was especially fed up with his constant tactic of intimidation. No one is naturally fond of being oppressed. Nor is anyone born to be controlled by others. Sophie Sullivan was no exception.
"Miss Cecilia Branford, are you okay?" Leo stepped forward, accompanied by Lucifer's guards.
They consciously positioned themselves behind Sophie Sullivan, forming a protective cordon.
Thomas Shannon sneered, "You said it yourself, Sophie. Don't regret it."
Turning around, Thomas Shannon's eyes turned sinister. "Charlie River, chop off George Stanford's hand!"
