Charlie River’s face was void of life. Under Thomas Shannon’s impatient gaze, he resignedly jumped into the fountain.
Plop——
Water splashed everywhere.
When Charlie River climbed back up, soaking wet, he saw his handsome and noble Young Master, pointing again with his slender fingers.
Charlie River resignedly lowered his head, "Yes, Young Master."
Plop——
Again, water splashed everywhere.
Just as Thomas Shannon was about to make him jump for the third time, the mobile phone rang. He took out the phone and glanced at it. "Lan Singh, what’s up?"
"Thomas, I need your help with something."
William Guillen’s voice sounded especially heavy, with a hint of hoarseness. Thomas Shannon raised an eyebrow; what happened again?
"Go ahead, what is it?"
William Guillen’s voice revealed endless fatigue, "Last night, something happened. Can you help me find out who was behind it?"
From last night till now, the morning’s media reporters, Autumn Johnson’s room mix-up, her affair with Harrison Moore...
One by one, like movie scenes playing out in his mind.
It wasn’t until the news started broadcasting extensively that his bewildered brain fully comprehended.
This was not as simple as imagined; it might have been a conspiracy from the start.
The conspiracy included him as well.
Perhaps he was the target, and Autumn Johnson had innocently become collateral damage.
No matter what, the incident involving Autumn Johnson was something William Guillen could not shirk responsibility for; he was involved.
He would not let Harrison Moore bully her, absolutely not!
William Guillen didn’t explain clearly over the phone, and Thomas Shannon could not make a conclusion, "Where are you? I’ll come to you."
"I’m at the company, just come directly to the office."
After hanging up the phone, Thomas Shannon looked sideways at Charlie River, who had just climbed out of the fountain, "Prepare the car!"
Charlie River jumped to the ground helplessly, "Yes, Young Master!"
...
Country F.
Inside the manor’s basement.
Andres had been moved to the room next to Isabel. The father and daughter, separated by a wall, heard their loved one’s painful cries every day, which felt no different from a slow death.
When Thomas Shannon was not around, Sophie Sullivan could go to Lucifer’s manor every day.
"Good morning, Miss Cecilia Branford." The servants greeted her respectfully.
Sophie Sullivan nodded, "Where is Lucifer?"
"Your Highness hasn’t gotten up yet."
"I’ll go find him."
After speaking, Sophie Sullivan took Gaby with her and went upstairs to Lucifer’s bedroom.
She raised her hand and knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.
Sophie Sullivan pushed the door open with one hand; the bedroom was completely dark, without any light, so dark that one couldn’t see their own fingers.
She turned on the lamp and saw Lucifer lying on the bed with an abnormal flush on his face.
She quickly walked to the bedside, reaching out to check his forehead temperature; it was alarmingly high.
Not daring to hesitate, she immediately picked up the landline and pressed the intercom, instructing the servant to call for a doctor.
She tapped Lucifer’s face with one hand, worriedly calling, "Lucifer, wake up! Lucifer, wake up quickly!"
Gaby seemed to sense its master’s distress, leaped up, and placed its front paws on the bed, its tiger eyes staring intently at Lucifer.
Footsteps echoed hurriedly in the corridor, and the servant and doctor had already reached the bedroom door. After a polite knock, they immediately pushed the door open and entered.
"Miss Cecilia Branford, what happened to Your Highness?" The doctor hurried to the bedside, his face full of concern.