CHAPTER 269: CHAPTER 271: THE LITTLE MANIAC... IT’S GETTING OUT OF HAND

What on earth is this inexplicable hostility?

Thomas Shannon noticed the change in Sophie Sullivan’s mood. He raised his hand, lightly patting her head twice as if he were patting Harry, signaling her to behave.

Both William Guillen and Mrs. Guillen had played an indispensable role in dealing with George Stanford.

Sophie Sullivan obediently closed her mouth. She pulled a chair over and sat down. Thomas Shannon lit a cigarette. "How’s it going?"

"What else could it be? After all these years, Old Mr. Standford still hasn’t given up!"

William Guillen scoffed, "Sending roses? To hell with him!"

In the surveillance video, George Stanford acted like a gentleman, pulling out a chair for Mrs. Guillen. After she was seated, he took the seat opposite her.

A waiter approached with the menus.

As they ordered their dishes, they occasionally discussed a thing or two.

Since they couldn’t hear the content of their conversation, just seeing George Stanford’s smile, which nearly reached his ears, was enough to enrage William Guillen.

"I actually think Old Mr. Standford is quite devoted. After so many years, he still hasn’t changed his heart. That’s quite commendable," Sophie Sullivan said leisurely.

Compared to William Guillen, George Stanford was like a clear stream.While William Guillen was a mudslide!

They say birds of a feather flock together...

Sophie Sullivan’s gaze drifted to Thomas Shannon. She observed his cold, stern profile, his thin lips slightly parted as he exhaled a faint wisp of smoke.

Feeling her gaze, Thomas Shannon turned his head. His narrow eyes squinted slightly. "Hmm?" he uttered, his voice rising with an indescribable charm, as if asking what she was looking at.

Sophie Sullivan shook her head and retracted her gaze. She wondered if Thomas Shannon would be led astray by William Guillen, who played the field and was always surrounded by beautiful women.

In her mind, she imagined Thomas Shannon embracing different women, rotating among them every night.

She shuddered, goosebumps erupting all over her body...

Disgusting, just too disgusting!

So many women; how dirty he would be!

The memory of several maids kneeling before Thomas Shannon, serving him devotedly, made Sophie Sullivan feel nauseous.

Although he had no relationship with those maids, she simply found the idea discomforting.

William Guillen now understood; this little maniac was quite interested in his personal life.

And she seemed to have some criticisms of his personal conduct.

Weren’t her comments about devotion and rarity a sarcastic jab at him?

"Little maniac," William Guillen said, his laughter gentle, his voice even.

Sophie Sullivan supported her head with one hand, lazily lifting her eyelids to glance at him. "What do you want?"

"Do you have a problem with me?"

"How clever. You guessed right."

William Guillen didn’t know whether to laugh or be angry. He patiently asked, "I don’t seem to have offended you, so where does this opinion come from?"

"I just can’t stand the sight of you. Is that not allowed?"

This arrogant and conceited demeanor of hers truly resembled Thomas Shannon’s.And her words were quite harsh too!

"Thomas, your woman sure has a big temper," William Guillen said with a laugh.

Even Amelia Shaw, whom Thomas Shannon had once fancied, wouldn’t have dared to be this arrogant.This little maniac... was truly something else.

Thomas Shannon merely smiled faintly and didn’t say much.

Sophie Sullivan sat up straight, her interest piqued. On the surveillance feed, George Stanford, ever the gentleman, took Mrs. Guillen’s steak, moved it in front of himself, and meticulously cut it into small, even pieces with his knife and fork before placing it back in front of her.

"See? Now that’s a gentleman."

Sophie Sullivan rested her chin on her hand. It had to be said, George Stanford was indeed quite considerate.