Sophie's head turned to the side, looking outside the car window, "I want to return to the hotel."
"You saw it too, the hotel has no guest rooms."
Sophie sneered, "Don't think I don't know you're secretly manipulating things."
Thomas Shannon just smiled silently, even if he did it, now was not the time to admit it.
He could only calm this irritable little beast, and take her to meet his father and mother.
The butler came to the car door, respectfully saying, "Young Master, Mister asks how long you plan to dawdle?"
Thomas Shannon's face darkened, he turned impatiently, "Why the rush? Aren't we coming right away!"
"Yes... yes, Young Master, I'll immediately go tell Mister," the butler ran off quickly, afraid to linger for one second, deeply fearing to be again caught in Young Master's anger.
Thomas Shannon turned his head, looking at Sophie and her glaring beautiful eyes, he smiled, "Fennie, shall we go?"
Sophie snorted coldly but eventually got out of the car with him.
