Thomas Shannon raised his hand and waved it. "Everyone, put down your guns."
"But Young Master!"
The maniac has his gun pointed at him; how could they put down their guns?
It is their duty to protect him. Now that he is in danger, they can't possibly put down their guns.
Sophie Sullivan scanned the motionless men in black, a scornful laugh escaping her. "Thomas Shannon, it seems no one is listening to you."
"Put down your guns!"
Thomas Shannon's handsome face darkened, his deep voice carrying a compelling and oppressive air.
Led by Charlie River, the men in black gradually put down their guns.
Thomas Shannon took Sophie Sullivan's hand. "Easy, don't be so serious."
Sophie Sullivan's hand, gripping his collar, tightened. "Let go! Who's joking with you?"
Joking? He thought she was just joking? What a joke!
He'd already sent people to fetch Amelia Shaw. What was she supposed to do, stay here?
Make things unpleasant for herself?
