Chapter 1502 - 1504: The Young Madam Is in the Car, Would You Like to Go Over and Say a Few Words to Her?

Snowball’s emotions had already calmed under Thomas Shannon’s soothing, with long eyelashes wet from tears still holding fine teardrops. She silently watched Danielle Ashton spread out her palm.

"These are rainbow candies, does Snowball want to eat some?"

Snowball showed an indifferent face.

Danielle Ashton smiled and held out another hand, "These are cotton candies, would Snowball like a piece?"

Snowball turned her head, burying it in Thomas Shannon’s neck, while he gently patted her back, "Good Snowball, if you don’t want to eat, then don’t eat."

Danielle Ashton reluctantly put down her hand, looking apologetic, she stuck out her tongue to ease the awkwardness, "Sorry, I thought I could cheer Snowball up, but it seems I overestimated myself."

However, she was more curious, who were those people?

This is a public place, and those tall, expressionless bodyguards began to disperse the crowd. Among those stars, there were even best actors and actresses, yet they were embarrassedly driven away.

For a while, the scene became uncontrollably chaotic.

"Young Master, the Young Madam is in the car, do you want to go over and say a few words to her?" Charlie River suggested in a low voice from the side.

Danielle Ashton seemed not to hear, her gaze subtly directed towards the row of Rolls-Royce cars.

Thomas Shannon sneered coldly, "There’s nothing to say to her."

While he was away, she not only took Snowball but also reduced her to tears like this.

What kind of mother is she?!

She claims to love Snowball, is this how she shows her love?

"Young Master..." Charlie River hesitated to speak.

Thomas Shannon’s facial color turned gloomy, emanating a chilling murderous aura, "Shut up!"

Danielle Ashton smiled slightly, gently comforting, "President, speak softer, don’t scare Snowball."

Sitting in the nanny van, the assistants lowered the car window, secretly taking photos of the scene.

"Is that Danielle Ashton and Young Master Shannon’s child?" the assistants gossiped.

"Looks like it, did you see how pretty the child is, she seems to have Danielle Ashton’s features, daughters take after their mothers, she’ll grow up to be beautiful."

Another assistant nudged the speaking one with her elbow, disdainfully rolling her eyes, "Isn’t that obvious? With Young Master Shannon’s face, even if only twenty percent is inherited, she’d still be a stunner."

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Of course, spreading the news back to the country, this time, I feel Danielle Ashton might become the envy of all women in Country A." The assistant clasped her hands together, looking delighted, "Simply a life winner, right?!"

The assistant looked hesitant, "Isn’t this bad, you’re exposing Young Master Shannon’s child, he’ll be angry."

"What are you afraid of? We have Danielle Ashton as a Death-Immunity Card!"

And just like that, several clear photos were labeled as a family of three.

Inside the Rolls-Royce compartment, the air pressure dropped to freezing point.

Sophie Sullivan crossed her arms in front of her chest, her face indifferent.

She looked at those two people not far away, sneered, and chose to turn a blind eye.

One hour of time is neither too long nor too short.

However, just as Sophie Sullivan was about to close her eyes and sleep through the hour, the sky resounded with the roar of helicopter rotors.

Sophie Sullivan abruptly opened her eyes, warily questioning in a cold voice: "Where did the helicopter come from?!"

"Miss Cecilia Branford, it’s Thomas Shannon’s!" The bodyguards noticed something amiss and immediately said, "Not good, he wants to take Miss Christina away!"