Chapter 1381 - 1383: Who Do You Want to Touch You? Liam Donald?

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...

Thomas Shannon held her fiercely, wishing he could embed her into his body. He gritted his teeth, his face shadowed, "Sophie Sullivan, don’t push me."

"Haven’t you pushed me enough?!"

He always forced her, threatened her, only needed her to comply with his wishes, and didn’t allow her to resist.

He never considered her desires, let alone respected them.

In terms of selfishness, no one could compare to him.

Thomas Shannon didn’t get angry but laughed instead, his low and deep laugh echoed by her ear, his voice sinister like a devil’s, reminding her eerily by the ear, "Fennie, do you still want to move into the Military Base?"

With so many threats, Sophie Sullivan instead became fearless.

She sneered repeatedly, "Thomas Shannon, do you really enjoy manipulating others? Do you think you’re really powerful?"

"..."

"If you want to imprison me, go ahead. I’m telling you, even a cornered rabbit will bite, it’s a big deal for both fish and net to perish, we’ll perish together."

Thinking of that humiliating time, Sophie Sullivan felt the flame in her chest blazing even more fiercely.

For her, nothing was more damaging to her pride and dignity than imprisonment.

Yet he found endless enjoyment in it...

Thomas Shannon’s whole body stiffened, holding her like this, his body gradually cooled.

These days, not a single day had he slept well, she was still causing trouble with him, Edward Benson was missing, and William Guillen had fallen...

Affairs followed one after another, he was busy to the point of exhaustion.

To see her, he traveled a long distance to Country F, only to learn she was having dinner with her fiancé.

He kept thinking about how romantic their candlelit dinner must have been?

After all, it was the person she had liked for so many years, when she looked at Liam Donald, would she impulsively do anything with him?

His brain never stopped fantasizing, he couldn’t control himself from getting carried away.

But those images perversely persisted in surfacing in his mind.

Just one second before his rationality collapsed, she came back.

Luckily she came back, otherwise he didn’t know what he would have done.

Whether it would hurt her or Liam Donald, he didn’t know either.

"Fennie, stop making trouble, alright?" he said, his voice hoarse and heavy with fatigue.

He was very tired...

Holding her fragrant and soft body, he wished he could close his eyes right now and get a good sleep.

With her by his side, he would definitely sleep soundly.

Sophie Sullivan just found it absolutely ridiculous, she sneered, "Making trouble?"