"Dead, they’re all dead... hahaha... go to hell and find them!"
Sophie Sullivan closed her eyes, the rage in her chest was uncontrollable.
"Shut up! Shut up for me!"
Sophie suddenly clenched the knife, raising her hand to slash at Isabel, skin ripped open.
Isabel screamed wildly, crying and laughing, "Grandpa... open your eyes and see, this is how Cecilia Branford treats me..."
"Bastard!" Sophie threw away the knife, disdainful of her dirty blood, "You don’t deserve to call him grandpa."
Gaby howled and leaped forward, biting a chunk of flesh off her leg.
"Ah..."
Isabel screamed sharply, fainting from the sudden pain.
Lucifer supported the emotionally out-of-control Sophie as they left the basement, and Gaby followed them out, standing in the sunshine, Sophie’s cold hand gradually began to warm.
She lowered her eyelids, looking at Lucifer tightly holding her hand, the warmth from his hand constantly transmitting to her skin, gradually seeping in.
Sophie quietly exhaled a breath of turbid air, "Lucifer, I’m fine, Isabel can’t hurt me."
"I know Cecilia’s invincible, but I still worry about you."
Lucifer embraced her, gently patting her back, "Dear, I’m here forever."
Gaby also rubbed up, its head continuously nudging Sophie’s leg.
Amused, Sophie laughed, and it finally stopped.
Hotel.
Thomas Shannon stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting his shirt cufflinks, he slightly turned his head, looking at the obvious kiss mark on his neck.
His sexy thin lips curved into a charming arc.
Lucifer, even if you bind Sophie to your side, the undeniable truth is, her mind and body have long belonged to me.
Look, this kiss mark is the proof.
Thinking of that little devil, Thomas Shannon frowned angrily, wishing to capture her and toss her on the bed for a lesson.
"Young Master, the car is ready, should we go now?"
The news of Thomas Shannon’s arrival in Country F quickly reached the ears of the Prime Minister. Tonight, he specially invited Thomas Shannon to dine at the Prime Minister’s Residence.
Thomas Shannon could have refused, but then he thought of Sophie and asked Charlie River to accept it.
No matter what, Sophie is a citizen of Country F, and as long as she wishes to reclaim what belongs to her, and everything she owns, she’ll inevitably deal with authorities and power.
As a businessman from Country A, even with privileges there, it’s hard to expand in Country F.
Therefore, this banquet, he should attend out of politeness.
At six o’clock in the evening, the Prime Minister’s secretary personally came to pick up Thomas Shannon, a black Maybach leading the way up front.
Thomas Shannon lit a cigarette, smoking carelessly, took out his mobile phone and called Sophie.
"Hello."
On the other end, Sophie’s voice sounded a bit lethargic, weak.
Thomas Shannon raised an eyebrow, "What’s wrong? Is your body feeling unwell?"
"No."
"Tell me, what happened?"
Sophie lay on the bed, her cheek rubbing against the fluffy soft pillow, "Thomas Shannon, can you really not find where Herman and Jennifer are?"
Isabel said Herman and Jennifer were dead, but she didn’t believe it!
She would not believe Herman and Jennifer were dead, they couldn’t be...
She survived stubbornly, they would surely be fine, they would surely survive.