CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 33: YOU CAN’T ESCAPE FROM THE PALM OF MY HAND

In her heart, she wished she could kill him.

"Maniac, do you know that it’s women like you, with your unyielding stubbornness, that provide the most thrill?"

Sophie Sullivan sneered, "Do you know that men like you make me want to puke?"

Make her want to puke?

She finally spoke her true feelings.

Well, it’s time to teach her a good lesson on how to be submissive.

He doesn’t need disobedient women; the more she resists, the more his desire to conquer her grows.

「...」

The manager stood in front of Charlie River, his head bowed, not even daring to breathe.

First, the President had arrived suddenly, and now Special Assistant River had come to see him. He had no idea what mistake he might have made for Special Assistant River to visit him personally.

Judging from Special Assistant River’s facial color, it didn’t look good. All he could do was secretly pray that he hadn’t made any big mistake.

Charlie River held an Identity Card with the name Delia Zane on it and smiled playfully. "Who told you to do this?"

The manager lifted his head, somewhat uneasy. "Special Assistant River, it was one of the conditions for Delia Zane to work at the Golden Wing Palace, and she hoped to get it as soon as possible."

"You gave it to her just because she hoped for it?" Charlie River expressionlessly destroyed the Identity Card in front of him.

This thing couldn’t fall into the hands of the maniac.

"Special Assistant River, it was Young Master Guillen who told me that Delia Zane is the President’s woman, so... so that’s why I agreed to her request." The manager was also quite helpless.

Everyone knew that the President didn’t have a girlfriend, let alone a woman.

Upon accidentally learning from Young Master Guillen that Delia Zane was the President’s woman, how could the manager not be scared?

Out of fear, he subconsciously wanted to make up for his mistake.

So, he could only obey Delia Zane’s commands.

After all, Delia Zane might very well become the future Mrs. President.

Unexpectedly, the Identity Card never made it to her hands, as it was intercepted halfway.

Charlie River expressionlessly warned, "Later, don’t make decisions on your own. Follow Young Master’s orders in everything."

The manager nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes, yes."

Finally sending Special Assistant River away, the manager wiped his sweat and immediately made arrangements to dismiss Delia Zane.

Waking up from a nap, Sophie Sullivan immediately felt someone lying next to her.

Opening her eyes, she saw Thomas Shannon’s handsome, sleeping face, and a crazy thought flashed through her mind.

She gradually raised her hand towards his neck—

"Do you want to kill me?" The man, his eyes still closed, precisely lifted his hand to intercept hers.

His grip was strong. Holding her wrist, a clear pain soon radiated from it.

Sophie Sullivan narrowed her eyes slightly. "Are you awake?"

Thomas Shannon released her hand and sneered. If he weren’t more alert than this, he would have died hundreds of times already.

Gradually opening his eyes, the man’s deep eyes held a hint of confusion from just having woken up.

His light gaze landed on her face. Her mask had fallen off.

Half of her terrifying face was now exposed before him without any cover.

At this close distance, looking at this half-terrifying face was indeed a visual shock.

Thomas Shannon’s brows furrowed. Using his fingertips, he lifted her hair to cover her face. "So ugly."

That disgusted expression was not feigned at all.

It was true disgust, coming from deep within his heart, at how ugly she was.

"You must be pretty into some heavy tastes to tolerate such ugliness," Sophie Sullivan sneered coldly. It was his own self-torture; what did it have to do with her?

Yes, she was ugly, but he was the one who insisted on clinging to her. Was it her fault?

Seeing the fallen mask beside the bed, Sophie Sullivan stretched out her hand to pick it up. Half-sitting up, she smoothed her hair and gradually put the mask back on.