Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 1311 - 1313: In the End... He Owes Her

At the moment she saw Thomas Shannon, an unusual glint flashed through her eyes.She nervously closed the magazine, appearing slightly tense, "Thomas... you’re back?"

Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes darkened, even he was called like that by her?

Feeling the sharp edge of his cold gaze piercing toward her, Raina Bell’s heart was filled with anxiety. She tightly clutched the hem of her clothes, "Auntie told me to call you this... Auntie said that calling you Young Master was not appropriate..."

Thomas Shannon sneered, stepping in front of Raina Bell, looking down at her from a superior height. Raina Bell lifted her head, clearly seeing the contempt in his eyes.

"Raina Bell, I don’t kill you because you are Cheryl Chew’s elder sister. It doesn’t mean you can enjoy all of this like Cheryl. You know in your heart what you’ve done. I won’t kill you, but I also won’t let you have an easy time."

After he spoke, the man lifted his long leg, kicking the wheelchair beside him aside, and stepped upstairs.

The wheelchair flipped over to the ground, producing a loud noise.

The servants were so scared they all lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

Raina Bell’s gaze was fixed on the wheelchair, fury boiling and surging inside her chest...

Why, why as Cheryl Chew’s own elder sister, can’t she enjoy all of this?

Are they all looking down on her?

Do they all not take her seriously?

Thomas Shannon returned to the bedroom, took a bath, and came out of the bath chamber wearing a black sleep gown, Charlie River was already waiting by the side.

"Young Master, Lillian Spencer hasn’t made any moves recently. She’s been staying at the Presidential Mansion, and Isla Stanley is not at the Presidential Mansion, she has already left the Imperial City," Charlie River reported in detail.

Thomas Shannon paused the movement of wiping his hair, his bright brow slightly furrowed, "Lillian Spencer hasn’t made any moves?"

Is that possible?

Lillian Spencer is not a woman who easily admits defeat. She’s not making any moves now, she must be waiting for the right moment to make a big play.

The calm before the storm, nothing really surpasses this.

Charlie River respectfully received the towel used for wiping his hair, nodding, "Yes, Young Master, our investigation shows that Lillian Spencer has been staying at the Presidential Mansion with no moves."

Standing still in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, he lowered his head and lit a cigarette, the faint smoke rising gently.

Thomas Shannon sneered, "Continue to keep an eye on Lillian Spencer and pay attention to whom she’s been in contact with recently."

If Lillian Spencer indeed is not making any moves, that would be for the best.

If she is really planning something, as long as it’s not aimed at Sophie Sullivan, he can accept it.

In the end... he owes her.

"Yes, Young Master, I understand what to do."

Dismissing Charlie River with a wave, Thomas Shannon stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his face gloomy as he exhaled smoke.

Outside the window, the autumn rain drizzled down, Harry curled up on the sofa, softly snoring away.

The soft snores were truly something to envy and even a bit jealous of.

Animals have it easy, no worries, eat and sleep, wake up and there’s dried small fish to eat again.

Thomas Shannon came to sit on the sofa, poking lightly at Harry’s exposed little belly, "Harry, stop sleeping."

The master is still troubled, yet it dares to sleep so soundly in front of him, courting suffering!

Harry’s paws twitched slightly, unaffected, continuing his soft snores.

Thomas Shannon plucked one of its whiskers, giving it a tug, Harry awoke in pain, gazing at Thomas Shannon in startled confusion.

Just then, the phone on the tea table rang.

Thomas Shannon temporarily let Harry off, reached out to pick up the phone, and answered, "What’s the matter?"

"Young Master, Miss Sullivan went to the Onassis Group with Lucifer today because of an equity transfer affair."