As soon as Sophie Sullivan got out of the car, she felt a scorching gaze fixating on her, making her scalp tingle.
She lifted her head and, as expected, saw the handsome and cold man not far away, staring at her intensely.
With those cold eyes like an icy pool, full of killing intent, as if she had committed some unforgivable crime.
Young Master Lucifer snorted coldly; no matter how much he calculated, something slipped through.
Thomas Shannon, this guy, is not someone who plays by the rules. Who knows how he got the idea not to stubbornly guard the manor entrance.
And surprisingly, he arrived at the Onassis Old Castle ahead of them.
At this very moment, Young Master Lucifer had countless curses rush through his heart, desperately wanting to pin this shameless man on the ground and give him a good beating.
Preferably to beat him black and blue, so he could no longer saunter around in front of Cecilia Branford.
