"Give me the water."
Thomas Shannon reached out his hand, and Charlie River dared not say more, immediately handing over the water cup.
"You may leave."
"Yes, Young Master." Charlie River exited the lounge.
Thomas Shannon took a sip of water, then lowered his head to feed her, a cup of water mixed with sleeping pills, all fed to her.
Thomas Shannon wiped away the water from her lips with his fingertip, his eye color dimming slightly, "Fennie, don't blame me."
Country A, Imperial City.
Returning to the manor, it was already deep at night.
The manor was brightly lit, and the butler had received Charlie River's notification. Now he was leading the servants and maids to welcome them.
The black Lincoln Fleet stopped in front of the fountain, and the men in black got out simultaneously as Charlie River opened the car door.
