In the picture, besides the host’s narration, there was also footage from the hotel this morning.
Seeing Fluffy Zane trembling and her face pale without a trace of color, Mrs. Zane became furious, picking up something and smashing it at the television, "Bastard! This bastard!"
William Guillen’s blood flowed in reverse throughout his body, and he hurried to come by, not expecting Harrison Moore to have left this move.
Once the news came out, Fluffy’s reputation was completely ruined...
He picked up the mobile phone, turned around, and walked out, "I don’t care what method you use, immediately suppress the news for me! Also, bring Harrison Moore to me, right away!"
......
Shannons’ Manor.
The black Lincoln convoy gradually stopped, the handsome man sitting in the back seat leaned against the chair back with his eyes closed.
Charlie River turned his head, softly reminding, "Young Master, we’ve arrived."
"Hmm."
After resting for a while, Thomas Shannon finally opened his eyes, Charlie River pushed the door to get out of the car, came to the back seat to open the car door for him.
Thomas Shannon bent down to get out of the car, raising his hand to adjust his shirt, the butler stepped forward, "Young Master, Madam and Mister have been waiting for you for some time."
"Got it." The man’s facial color was gloomy as he stepped onto the stairs.
In the grand golden hall, Mrs. Shannon was arranging flowers, James Shannon sat beside her, drinking tea, occasionally helping her out a little.
"Mister, Madam, Young Master has returned." The servant stepped forward to report.
Mrs. Shannon did not lift her eyelids, and after a while, the sound of steady footsteps was heard.
Thomas Shannon held a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Mother, are you arranging flowers?"
"Don’t you have eyes to see?" Mrs. Shannon did not even glance at him directly, but her tone was full of anger.
Thomas Shannon slightly raised his eyebrow tips, his gaze turning towards James Shannon who was drinking tea, "Mr. Shannon, what’s the matter with your wife?"
Saying so, he took the cup of flower tea from the tray of a servant, and personally delivered it to Mrs. Shannon’s side.
James Shannon snorted coldly, glancing at him sideways: "Don’t you know what you’ve done yourself?"
Thomas Shannon crossed his long legs, his body relaxed as he leaned back on the sofa, his head tilted back, "Father, what have I done, do tell."
Smack.
The scissors were heavily slapped on the tea table, Mrs. Shannon turned her head, looking at Thomas Shannon with a face indifferent, the fire in her heart flaring up rapidly, "Lincoln, what’s the matter with that Raina Bell?"
"What do you mean what’s the matter, just a female slav, when did you start caring about such trivial matters?"
"Trivial matters?" Mrs. Shannon grabbed his collar. "Thomas Shannon, making a living person so crippled her legs, is that a small matter in your eyes?"
Feeling the threatening gaze from Mr. Shannon, Thomas Shannon lightly coughed, "Alright, Mrs. Shannon, don’t get angry, getting angry easily causes wrinkles."
He hugged Mrs. Shannon lightly, smiling gently, "The Country has its laws, a family its rules, if you want to make a living under my watch, you naturally have to follow my rules. Raina Bell made a mistake and naturally has to face punishment, that’s her own fault, can’t blame others."
In other words, the matter with Raina Bell, has nothing to do with him, can’t blame him?
Mrs. Shannon pushed him away, rejecting this goodwill from her son, "Then do you know that Chew has a sister?"
"How would I know." In his eyes, Cheryl Chew was just a coward.
Especially when she was newly adopted by his mother, she was crying all day to find her mother.
But in this world, where else is her mother?