The essence exuded fully at this moment.
The cold, sharp gaze, carrying the edge like a sharp blade, just a single glance makes one’s scalp tingle, like pins and needles on the back.
The butler braced himself and said, "Miss Cecilia Branford, I am terribly sorry! The servants have reached their limit and are about to suffer heatstroke, which is why I entered without your permission."
"Heh, a good one for sneaking in without permission."
Sophie Sullivan turned around, looking at Gaby, who lazily occupied its throne as soon as she returned home, and called, "Gaby, go."
Gaby shed its lazy demeanor, leaping off the sofa with lightning speed, revealing a fierce look as it lunged at the butler.
The butler hadn’t had time to escape before being knocked to the ground by the massive Gaby.
Gaby had clearly understood the master’s command, exposing its sharp teeth, and began biting the butler’s arm.
In no time, the butler’s entire arm was crushed and mangled.
The small pieces of meat torn by Gaby had already scattered all over the ground.
The butler screamed and fainted, the air filled with the smell of blood, making one nauseous.
Gaby turned its head, a circle of blood staining around its mouth.
Sophie Sullivan looked at all this indifferently, merely beckoning Gaby over with her hand.
Gaby obediently came to her, nuzzling her outstretched palm with its head.
Sophie Sullivan pulled out a few facial tissues, wiping clean the blood Gaby had stained.
Lucifer sat upright on the sofa; Thomas Shannon didn’t move, nor did he understand.
He consistently maintained an "if the enemy doesn’t move, I won’t move" posture; this is the Onassis Old Castle, Cecilia Branford’s home, and in this vast castle, she is the ruler.
Therefore, whatever she does today will not surprise him, he will support her unconditionally.
What surprised him was that Thomas Shannon clearly didn’t oppose this.
Relaxedly sitting on the sofa, drinking the tea Charlie River brewed for him, as if never having seen the bloody scene.
Lucifer snorted coldly, secretly lamenting meeting a formidable foe.
Once Sophie Sullivan finished cleaning the blood around Gaby’s mouth, Thomas Shannon finally picked up a cup of tea and brought it in front of Sophie Sullivan, "Have a cup of tea."
Sophie Sullivan didn’t take it, nor did Thomas Shannon press, instead having Charlie River clean the scene, squatting down, his long-fingered fingertips lifting Sophie Sullivan’s delicate chin.
Thin lips curled into a wicked smile, "Fennie, do you want me to deal with him?"
"..."
"I can handle it."
"How will you handle it?"
"In certain countries, people always disappear inexplicably, yet not a trace can be found, do you know why this is?"
Sophie Sullivan’s gaze flickered slightly: "Why?"
Thomas Shannon softly rubbed the silky smooth skin, like silk, which has always been his favorite.
"Because... in the world, there’s a place called the Meat Union factory, specifically for processing those corpses."
Sophie Sullivan’s face showed confusion and lack of understanding.
Seeing her bewildered expression, Thomas Shannon chuckled lowly, his voice tinged with threads of affection, "Those corpses are thrown into large grinders, where the meat is smashed and mixed into meat paste, and made into various meat products."
Just hearing these words made Sophie Sullivan feel nauseous.
Thomas Shannon raised his hand, patting her head, "This world is far more complicated and dark than you imagine, Fennie, staying by my side is your best choice, you know?"
Even at this moment, Thomas Shannon didn’t forget to educate her properly.
Lucifer sneered, "Thomas Shannon, stop scaring my Cecilia Branford!"
"Yours?" Thomas Shannon’s eyebrows twitched slightly, provokingly, "Are you sure she’s yours and not mine?"