Her sexy posture, with a hint of coquettishness, was tempting.
"Young Master, please have some tea."
As his thoughts swirled, a vaguely familiar female voice reached his ears.
Thomas Shannon slowly lifted his head, his cold eyes shooting out a gaze as sharp as a knife blade. Amelia Shaw, dressed in the uniform of a servant, held a tray, a slight smile on her face.
"What are you doing here?"
Ice instantly covered Thomas Shannon's handsome face as he stood up abruptly. "Butler, get over here this instant!"
Hearing the Young Master's furious roar, the butler scurried over, bowing respectfully. "Young Master, you called for me?"
Thomas Shannon pointed at Amelia Shaw, his eyes brutally cold and dark. "Tell me, who let her in?"
"Y-Young Master, Miss Shaw was selected after successfully passing our recruitment assessment."
The butler hadn't expected that the recruitment announcement would not only attract many girls eager to work at Shannons' Manor but also Amelia Shaw.
