After Cheryl Chew woke up, her head still ached. She struggled to sit up, and a servant immediately came forward to support her, "Miss Fit, whatever you need, just let us know."
"Where's Brother Shannon?"
Cheryl Chew attempted to get out of bed to find Thomas Shannon.
"The Young Master has already gone to the company, he's not inside the manor."
Already gone to the company...
Cheryl Chew's head spun, and she almost fainted again. She painfully held her forehead with one hand.
"Miss Fit, you have a mild concussion, the doctor suggests you rest in bed. You should lie down."
Cheryl Chew was still concerned about Thomas Shannon, nervously asking the servant, "Has Brother Shannon eaten?"
"Yes, Miss Fit, don't worry." The servant reassured her, gently helping her lie back down.
Cheryl Chew smiled slightly, "That's good then."
This night, Cheryl Chew kept waiting for Thomas Shannon, but she never saw him return.
Golden Wing Palace.
Inside the private gambling hall.
