The cold and ruthless man had already strode away and stepped inside.
Charlie River paused beside the butler. "The Young Master is in a foul mood. Remember, watch your words and actions!"
The butler nodded hastily. He could see that the Young Master wasn't just in a bad mood—he was seething with rage!
Returning to his bedroom, Thomas Shannon went straight into the bath chamber to shower.
Standing under the shower, water sluicing over him, he closed his eyes. The image that surfaced in his mind was Sophie Sullivan's face: defiant, a provocative smile playing on her lips, her gaze unyielding.
Thomas Shannon slicked his wet hair back, revealing a smooth, broad forehead. He punched the wall hard, cursing under his breath, "Damn it!"
She detested Minimus Hart, and hadn't he sent Minimus Hart to her to be her plaything?
She kept asking where Raina Bell was and if she'd been punished. Hadn't he brought Raina Bell before her, allowing her to exact punishment as she pleased?
