CLICK.
A blue flame burst from the metal lighter.
Thin smoke rose. Thomas Shannon took a deep puff on his cigarette and stood up. "Are all my men a bunch of useless trash?"
"Young Master, I was wrong." Charlie River respectfully bowed his head.
He was only objectively analyzing the situation, trying to figure out which method would minimize casualties and difficulty. However, he had inadvertently stepped on his Young Master's landmine.
"You know you were wrong, so why aren't you getting ready?"
Thomas Shannon's cold eyes swept over him, and Charlie River shuddered. He said respectfully, "Yes, I'll make the arrangements immediately!"
He turned to leave. Standing at the entrance of the study room, Charlie River turned back again and said with conviction, "Young Master, rest assured, we will complete the mission!"
In the restaurant, Amelia Shaw was eating breakfast. She ate very slowly, lost in thought, so much so that she didn't even notice when Sophie Sullivan came in.
