Thomas Shannon had no choice but to stop eating. He got up and strode out.
At the villa entrance, the man in black remained motionless, a gun pressed against his head by Sophie Sullivan. He refused to budge in the slightest.
"I'll count to five. If you don't move, your head will bloom like a flower." Sophie's patience was gone. She narrowed her cold eyes, and the words came out clearly from her red lips, "One!"
"..."
"Two!"
Standing behind her, Thomas Shannon frowned, a headache blooming. He raised his hand and pressed his brow. "Don't bother counting. He won't let you out. Just give up on that idea."
Give up on the idea?
Very well.
If the bodyguard refused to move, then she'd try his master.
With a swift change of direction, Sophie aimed her gun at Thomas Shannon. She raised an eyebrow provocatively. "Thomas Shannon, do you think they'll let me go now?"
Her proud tone and confident, almost arrogant, air made her seem like a haughty little maniac.
