Chapter 1503: Sophie Sullivan, That's Enough

Ten helicopters, in an encircling formation, flew in from afar.

The roar grew louder and the helicopters came closer.

Sophie Sullivan’s heart sank suddenly, with only one thought in her mind, she couldn’t let Thomas Shannon take Snowball away!

As the roar of the helicopters drew nearer, Charlie River knew this matter could not be hidden.

The moment the Rolls-Royce door opened, he instead felt a sense of relief.

In the midst of bodyguards, Sophie Sullivan embodied an aura of luxury, merging into an overwhelming presence.

Her exquisitely beautiful face exuded strands of aloofness, with eyes drenched in ice, brilliantly sharp.

Her red lips slightly pursed, she walked towards Thomas Shannon.

At Sophie Sullivan’s first glance, Danielle Ashton was shocked, eyes slightly widened, as if…as if!

Snowball really resembled her…

What kind of woman is this, with a powerful aura, absolute beauty, even her seaweed-like long black hair was enviably perfect.

“Young Madam.” Charlie River greeted respectfully from the side.

Sophie Sullivan ignored him, staring unwaveringly at Thomas Shannon, a cold smile tugged at her red lips, utterly mocking.

“Thomas Shannon, give Snowball back to me.”

As if he had heard the biggest joke, Thomas Shannon sneered, “Give her back to you? Snowball is mine anyway, and how have you been caring for Snowball? Her eyes are swollen from crying, haven’t you noticed?!”

It’s truly laughable.

What position or qualification does he have to criticize her? Sophie Sullivan’s gaze grew colder, “What right do you have to criticize me? No matter how bad I am, I wouldn’t cuddle up with a mistress in front of Snowball.”

Sophie Sullivan’s gaze fell onto Danielle Ashton’s face, lingered for three seconds and then moved away, “Besides, this mistress isn’t just ordinarily ugly, it seems you really are desperate.”

Ugly?

It was Danielle Ashton’s first time hearing someone shame her like this, right in front of her.

Her whole body trembled slightly, snuggling up to Thomas Shannon’s side, her voice weak, carrying a hint of sobbing, “President…”

Thomas Shannon’s brows furrowed tightly: “Sophie Sullivan, enough.”

She merely mocked his mistress and he got angry?

Ha Ha, really a good man.

Sophie Sullivan couldn’t be bothered with him, she stepped forward two steps, reaching out her hand, “Snowball, come to Mommy.”

Snowball looked up, blinked, face full of confusion as she gazed at her.

Sophie Sullivan smiled slightly, “Come to Mommy, okay?”

Snowball looked at Thomas Shannon, then at Sophie Sullivan, ultimately still hugged Thomas Shannon’s neck tightly.

This action, in Sophie Sullivan’s eyes, stabbed deeply into her.

Her action had already explained everything.

Snowball… wasn’t willing to go with her.

“See clearly, Snowball doesn’t want to go with you.” Thomas Shannon’s icy voice reminded her of this harsh reality.

The helicopters landed, the rotors whipped up a hurricane.

Danielle Ashton’s slender body clung tightly to Thomas Shannon’s arm, Thomas Shannon protectively shielded Snowball’s face with one hand, shielding her from the wind.

Sophie Sullivan’s hair flew wildly in the air, and in that instant, regardless of the hurricane, she dashed forward, snatching Snowball from Thomas Shannon’s embrace.

Holding Snowball, she retreated step by step.

Thomas Shannon’s arms now empty, his cold eyes suddenly filled with killing intent, he pushed Danielle Ashton aside with one hand and stepped forward two steps, “Give Snowball back to me!”

Fully commanding tone.

Cold, ruthless.

Snowball began to struggle in her embrace, reaching out both hands towards Thomas Shannon, “Daddy, Daddy…”