Harry formed a parabolic arch in the sky, let out a tragic cry, and freely fell to the ground.
Charlie River hurriedly embraced Harry, who rolled a few times on the ground to buffer the fall, and immediately left.
The men in black around also withdrew simultaneously, protecting from a distance.
Sophie Sullivan sneered and raised her hand to strike his face, but her wrist was caught by Thomas Shannon mid-air. He hooked his lips into a smile, "Cecilia, you promised me you'd be well-behaved. Forgot?"
"I regret it, okay?" Sophie stared at him fiercely.
Seeing the woman throwing a tantrum, the smile on Thomas Shannon's lips grew even more profound, his dark eyes intensely fixed on her, "Alright, Cecilia, stop the fuss."
"Who's fussing? Get out!"
The bedroom door was knocked on, Charlie River asked outside, "Young Master, Mr. Andres called asking when Miss Cecilia will return."
Sophie froze in her tracks, Thomas Shannon with a smile, spoke loudly to Charlie outside the door.
