Chapter 1500: He Will Never Let Sophie Sullivan Take Snowball Away

Thomas Shannon’s character is something she understands, and at that time, there might be a violent conflict.

He would not easily let her take Snowball away, even though he already has Danielle Ashton.

William Westlake let go of her legs, waving his tiny hands, “Alright, Fennie.”

“Be a well-behaved baby and wait for Mommy to return home.”

William Westlake turned around and hugged Gaby’s neck tightly, “William Westlake will wait together with Gaby for Fennie and the fairy to return home!”

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In the hotel, Danielle Ashton, done washing up, neatly folded the shirt she changed out of and placed it on the bed.

She went down the stairs and came to the Restaurant to find Thomas Shannon.

Seeing his face clouded with shadows, extremely displeased, Danielle Ashton softly asked Charlie River, “What’s wrong with the President?”

Charlie River did not answer.

Danielle Ashton laughed awkwardly to herself and sat down beside Thomas Shannon, “President, what’s wrong with you?”

“What plans do you have today?”

The film festival hasn’t ended yet, so she still had to attend today, but she didn’t want to go.

On second thought, she said softly, “Today, I have an outdoor shoot, not far from here, at the Mosul seaside.”

Thomas Shannon pondered for a moment, lightly tapping the table surface, his cold eyes swept over, “Charlie River, set the location at the Mosul seaside, and also, have the helicopter ready.”

He would absolutely never let Sophie Sullivan take Snowball away, absolutely not!

Charlie River wanted to say something, but when the words reached his mouth and he saw Thomas Shannon’s expression which brokered no argument, he could only bow his head, “Yes, Young Master.”

Thus, Charlie River began sending text messages to Sophie Sullivan, informing her of the time and location.

“President, are you going too?” Danielle Ashton felt a flutter of excitement, and the corner of her eyes were tinged with a smile.

Her eye color was extraordinarily bright as she looked at him, attentive and focused.

Thomas Shannon nodded, “It’s getting late, let’s depart now.”

The Mosul seaside is a perfect paradise for every star to shoot outdoor scenes during the International Film Festival.

Steep cliffs, azure sea water, soft white sands, the sunshine glinting on the sea surface is like a pool of shattered gold.

The glimmering light reflecting on the cliff face.

Thomas Shannon arrived here, surveyed the terrain, and chose to meet on a cliff advantageous for helicopter landings.

Ten helicopters were on standby, ready to rush over as soon as they received the order.

Danielle Ashton and Thomas Shannon were in the same car, and her team, including an assistant, makeup artist, stylist, costume designer, and photographer, all sat in the nanny van, following at the rear of the convoy.

This time, the assistant teams were abuzz, was this… the announcement of the Young Madam’s identity?

Amidst their excitement, they didn’t forget to snap several photos and instantly send them to the media in Country A.

Having done her makeup and changed her clothes in the nanny van, Danielle Ashton got out of the car and saw Thomas Shannon standing against the wind, brow furrowed, smoking.

She signaled the assistant to lower the skirt hem and told them to prepare first. She herself lifted the skirt hem and approached Thomas Shannon, “President, is something on your mind?”

Thomas Shannon nodded lightly.

“Can you tell me what’s bothering you? Maybe I’ll be your best listener.”

Thomas Shannon blew out a smoke ring, feeling amused, his corner of the mouth slightly hooked, glanced at her sideways, “Don’t you have work? Go tend to it.”

Danielle Ashton bit her lips, “Alright, then I’ll come back over in a while.”

She lifted the skirt hem, carefully taking each step.

Just then, the black Rolls-Royce convoy arrived, doors opening simultaneously, presenting an impressive scene.

Bodyguards, dressed in uniform attire with the Onassis Family emblem on their chests, disembarked with precision.