Chapter 1407 - 1409: Sophie Sullivan, He Will Stop at Nothing!

Frank Mitchell held a freshly brewed cup of tea, took a gentle sniff, and sipped it, frowning with dissatisfaction.

"What’s wrong, you don’t like my tea?" Lillian Spencer spoke slowly and calmly.

"It’s just bearable." Frank Mitchell found it odd, "The Presidential Mansion doesn’t serve Miss Lillian Spencer such astringent tea, does it?"

Lillian Spencer smiled without responding. After leisurely savoring a cup of tea, she closed her eyes and tapped her hand on her knee, "Calculating the length of time, it should be successful."

In the next second, a guard came to report, confirming Lillian Spencer’s prediction of success.

She waved to signal the guard to leave.

Frank Mitchell looked at this dignified woman, a flicker of admiration in his eyes, "Miss Lillian Spencer, why bother? Taking revenge on Thomas Shannon by merely targeting his friends is far from enough. We both know, the most fatal blow lies in Sophie Sullivan."

There was clearly a shortcut, but she chose the most difficult path. Frank Mitchell couldn’t understand the woman’s logic.

In the end, it was women’s kindness!

Lillian Spencer sneered, "Doesn’t Mister Mitchell know there’s a saying about women not torturing women? This is my enmity with Thomas Shannon. It won’t involve her."

"Then Edward Benson and William Guillen, they’re implicated, aren’t they?"

Lillian Spencer’s eyes darkened, a cold gleam flashing, "Mister Mitchell, don’t forget your identity."

"Yes, my Miss Lillian Spencer." Frank Mitchell rubbed the cup rim, yet another thought arose in his heart.

Sophie Sullivan, such a stunning beauty - not getting her to play with is an injustice to himself.

Playing with Thomas Shannon’s woman is the most lethal stab to him.

Lillian Spencer’s face remained expressionless, her eyes icy like cold pools, leaving a warning, "Frank Mitchell, I warn you, do not ruin the plan."

"Don’t worry, Miss Lillian Spencer. I was able to return to Country A, thanks to your help. Thomas Shannon is our mutual enemy, and I know my limits; I will never ruin the plan."

However... I can’t agree with her approach of women not torturing women.

Sophie Sullivan, he is determined to have!

Back to the study room, she dismissed all servants.

Lillian Spencer took out several photos deeply hidden under the books from the desk drawer.

......

After hours of resuscitation, Edward Benson and Isla Stanley were both transferred to the Intensive Care Unit, still not out of danger.

Thomas Shannon grabbed the doctor’s collar, "What on earth is going on?"

"Please... please calm down, Mister... Mister. There’s an unknown medicine in the patient’s blood, with an incredibly aggressive medicinal effect. This is an area our hospital has yet to explore, so... we’re very sorry."

"Both of them have it?"

"Yes... yes."

Thomas Shannon released the doctor, turned to look at Edward Benson lying silently on the sickbed with an oxygen mask.

His facial color was pale, without a hint of blood color, lying silently on the sickbed, only the fluctuations in the electrocardiogram of the equipment showing he was still alive.

Thomas Shannon closed his eyes for a moment, Bay King, it’s my fault for harming you.

From start to finish, Lillian Spencer had only one purpose - to see him dead.

Since she returned to the Country on that day, she’s held onto this goal, always lurking in the shadows.

"Charlie River!"

"Young Master, I’m here."

Thomas Shannon’s voice was cold and emotionless, "Immediately have the doctor in the medical office on standby, get ready, and return to the Imperial City immediately."

"Yes, Young Master." Charlie River knew the gravity of the situation and dared not delay, promptly contacting the medical office to issue orders.

He simultaneously began preparing the private jet for an immediate flight to the Imperial City.