SNAP.
The lighter ignited with a blue flame.
George Stanford choked. His pupils contracted, and he unconsciously reached out his hand. "Stop!"
"Are you going to call me that, or not?"
Sophie Sullivan looked at him smugly. She refused to believe she couldn't get the better of Old Mr. Stanford!
George Stanford was furious. What she held in her hand, ready to burn, was his treasure!
The surgical knives in his hand scraped loudly. George Stanford said sinisterly, "Fiona, you don't want that ugly face of yours treated, do you?"
If his treasure is gone, her ugly face is done for too!
She can just stay ugly for the rest of her life!
He won't treat her anymore!
Sophie Sullivan was clearly stunned for a moment. What was Old Mr. Stanford saying?
Had he actually learned to make threats too?
"Old Mr. Stanford, people can't go back on their word! You promised Thomas Shannon you'd treat my face. You can't renege now."
