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Time seemed to stand still.
Sophie Sullivan's gaze was blood-red, shaking all over, she coldly said, "Thomas Shannon, I'll say it again, let me go."
Lucifer cast a glance of sympathy at Thomas Shannon, that slap from Cecilia Branford sure wasn't gentle.
Thomas Shannon's thin lips pressed tightly, his eyes cold and dark staring at her, his voice dangerously hoarse, like the ominous gloom before a rainstorm, "Sophie, what can you do if you rush down now? Kill her, then what?"
The restaurant security personnel began pushing their cars away, their words utterly insulting: "Get out, did you hear? This is not a place where you can linger!"
"Today we serve only Miss Cecilia Branford, you irrelevant people, hurry up and get lost!"
"Do you not understand human language? You people fool yourselves into thinking you can compare with Miss Cecilia Branford, you're not even fit to carry her shoes, get out!"
