Sophie Sullivan came down from the parking lot, holding up the hem of her formal dress. From afar, she saw Thomas Shannon spreading his arms toward her.
Was he expecting her to throw herself into his embrace willingly?
Sophie huffed arrogantly, her slender index finger hooked, and that man standing in the distance took long strides towards her.
Step by step, he closed the distance between them.
"The skirt’s too long." Sophie lowered her head, indicating him to look at her skirt hem.
As soon as she finished speaking, the man unexpectedly lifted her horizontally, her body suddenly in the air. Sophie let out a low sound and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, letting go of the skirt hem.
"Thomas Shannon, you..." Her beautiful eyes widened slightly.
Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes were laced with a smile, the curve of his thin lips incredibly charming. "Didn’t you say the skirt hem was too long? I’m helping you. Fennie, shouldn’t you give me a little reward?"
"Good boy," Sophie patronized with a compliment.
"I don’t want verbal praise, give me something substantial."
That deep gaze carried a burning heat, causing Sophie’s cheeks to warm up gradually, starting to burn. She glanced around, quickly pecked him on his handsome face.
Then, her little head immediately retreated, humming, "Is that enough?"
"Barely."
Thomas Shannon carried her into the car. Harry suddenly leaped over from who knows where, jumping accurately into Sophie’s embrace.
The chubby and round body showed no self-awareness of being a little fatty, trying hard to burrow into Sophie’s embrace.
"Meow." Harry hadn’t gotten a head pat from Sophie when his owner grabbed him by the nape of his neck.
The chubby and round body hung in the air, immediately collapsing into a ball, with limbs weakly paddling.
"Don’t burrow into her embrace, understood?" Thomas Shannon warned coldly, holding Harry.
Don’t think that acting cute will earn you a spot in her embrace. He won’t allow it!
Sophie just felt that this man’s possessiveness was ridiculously abnormal, even getting jealous of a cat.
After making Harry behave, Thomas Shannon stuffed Harry into his own embrace. Harry looked at Sophie with those round eyes, feeling aggrieved.
"Thomas Shannon, why did the Prime Minister invite you?"
Thomas Shannon raised a hand, twirling a strand of her smooth hair around his fingertips, "Probably wants to win me over."
"What’s worth winning you over for?"
"Unmanned combat aircraft; not only does Country F want it, but various countries are also in talks with K Group. Do you think your Prime Minister needs to win me over?"
So it seems, he’s quite the hot commodity for a businessman.
Sophie pulled her hair back, smoothing it with her hand, "And you still plan to sell to Andres?"
"Of course not."
Thomas Shannon frowned, wondering if she was silly. At this point, why would he still sell to Andres?
Sophie turned her head, finally willing to look at him, "Then will you sell to me?"
"Earning your money would be like taking money from my left pocket and putting it into my right pocket. What’s the difference?" Thomas Shannon chuckled, lightly pinching her delicate chin, "Of course, in consideration of your face, I’ll sell to Country F."
Sophie puffed her cheek, "Is my face that big of a deal?"
"Your face isn’t, but..." Thomas Shannon deliberately elongated his tone, giving a playful smile, "the Young Madam of the Shannon Family has that face."
Young Madam?!
Sophie suddenly turned her head, pretending not to understand, "The weather’s really nice."
Thomas Shannon: "..."
Never seen anyone switch topics so awkwardly!