Thomas Shannon's deep voice sounded above her head, filled with disdain and contempt, "Stop calling out, this group of people you raised are no match for me. If I want, I can raze your castle to the ground tonight."
"I really didn't know that Young Master Shannon's authority has become so outrageously large!"
"It's not authority, it's strength."
Thomas Shannon wrapped one arm around her and tightly held her waist with the other hand, pressing her firmly into his embrace.
The struggling Sophie Sullivan was held tightly in his arms.
"Thomas Shannon, let go of me! Don't touch me!"
"If you don't want me to touch you, who do you want to touch you? Liam Donald?"
"Yes, Liam Donald, so what?" Sophie Sullivan angrily kicked him.
Wearing high heels, the thin heel struck his calf and the top of his foot.
Each kick carried anger and venting, making Charlie River's heart skip a beat.
The only one daring enough to treat the Young Master like this… is the Young Madam…
