CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 49: LET THE MANIAC COME AND SERVE

She strode off.

She didn’t want to spend another moment in this damned place!

The maid chased her from behind. Sophie Sullivan gathered her troublesome skirt hem and started running.

She ran towards the light and the exit.

As she bolted from the dark room, she saw a man in black on patrol.

Ignoring everything else, she confronted him, "Where’s the Young Master?"

The man in black remained expressionless. "You have no right to know."

"I need to contact the Young Master."

Glancing at the maid catching up from behind, Sophie Sullivan turned her head and continued, "Let me call the Young Master. I’ll bear all the consequences."

Of course, the man in black would not easily give away his mobile phone, let alone allow her to contact Thomas Shannon.

Every individual in the castle had a strict set of survival rules to abide by. A mistake could not be simply resolved by her statement that she would ’bear all the consequences’.

The maid caught up and seized her. "Dare to run again!"

Sophie Sullivan frowned, fearing the maid would take her back to the dark room. After all, those slippery snakes were the creatures she feared most. Her fear was evident on her face.

This made the maid even more determined to take her to the dark room. Without a word, the maid grasped her and started dragging her towards it.

"Let go! Let go of me!"

"If you don’t want to suffer, be more obedient!" the maid threatened.

The maid kicked the back of her knee. Sophie Sullivan’s legs buckled, and she pitched forward.

THUD. A wave of pain shot through her knee.

Sophie Sullivan gasped, and fine beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.

The two maidens behind her gloated, "If you want to suffer less, be obedient! Here, you can only obey orders!"

Sophie Sullivan gritted her teeth. Very well, I’ll remember this.

...

「One week later.」

Thomas Shannon returned to the ancient castle, his delicate face revealing a hint of fatigue.

"Welcome home, Young Master!"

Minimus Hart promptly handed over a hot towel. Thomas Shannon casually took it and wiped his hands.

"Young Master, the bathwater has been prepared in the bath chamber, and the red wine has been aerated." Minimus Hart took the towel he had used and handed it to a nearby maid.

She continued to attend to Thomas Shannon.

He surveyed the room but didn’t spot the maniac.

Thomas Shannon ascended the stairs and returned to the bedroom. The spacious bedroom was empty and deserted.

The maniac was not there.

With an impatient motion, he undid the buttons on his shirt. "Where has the maniac gone?"

Minimus Hart lowered her head. "The maniac is resting inside the courtyard."

Resting?

Thomas Shannon tugged at the corner of his mouth and took off his shirt. "Call her to see me."

Miss Jane Hart raised both hands, took the shirt, and reluctantly replied, "Yes."

He asks for the maniac as soon as he returns. That woman certainly has her ways! She actually has the Young Master wrapped around her finger!

Miss Jane Hart placed the shirt neatly and left the bedroom.

Inside the bath chamber, the man’s sturdy arms rested casually on the edge of the bathtub. His head was tilted back comfortably, his eyes closed as if dozing.

Footsteps approached.

The corner of his lips curled up. "Come here," he said.

The person approached the bathtub. Thomas Shannon raised his arm. "Give me a massage."

A pair of hands, slightly calloused, were placed on his arm.

The touch isn’t right.

Thomas Shannon’s eyes snapped open. A chilling glint flashed in their cold depths. "Why is it you?"

Flustered, Minimus Hart released his arm. She squatted beside the bathtub, lowering her head. "Young Master, I heard your instructions, so I came."

"Didn’t I tell you to call the maniac over? Where is she?!" Thomas Shannon’s handsome face darkened. He stood up, grabbed a nearby bathrobe, and put it on.