"Are you done talking?"
Thomas Shannon's cold eyes were fixed on her.
Sophie Sullivan sneered, her arms crossed, her delicate chin slightly raised. "So, Young Master Shannon is willing to speak with me now?"
"What do you want to say?"
She had followed him so desperately just to speak to him, hadn't she?
If he didn't give her this chance now, he would indeed seem heartless and cruel.
"You must not harm Old Mr. Standford!" Sophie Sullivan gazed into his cold eyes, each word spoken with grave seriousness. "If you dare to hurt Old Mr. Standford, I won't forgive you."
"I am curious to see how you, Sophie Sullivan, won't forgive me."
Sophie Sullivan glared angrily at him. When the elevator doors opened, Thomas Shannon walked past her and left first.
Sophie Sullivan turned around and grabbed his sleeve. "Wait for me."
"I won't."
"You have to wait even if you don't want to." She grasped his arm recklessly. "Thomas Shannon, no matter what, you are not to touch Old Mr. Standford."
