Thomas Shannon had no choice but to stop eating. He got up and strode out. At the villa entrance, the man in black remained motionless, a gun pressed against his head by Sophie Sullivan. He refused to budge in the slightest. "I’ll count to five. If you don’t move, your head will bloom like a flower." Sophie’s patience was gone. She narrowed her cold eyes, and the words came out clearly from her red lips, "One!" Standing behind her, Thomas Shannon frowned, a headache blooming. He raised his hand and pressed his brow. "Don’t bother counting. He won’t let you out. Just give up on that idea." If the bodyguard refused to move, then she’d try his master. With a swift change of direction, Sophie aimed her gun at Thomas Shannon. She raised an eyebrow provocatively. "Thomas Shannon, do you think they’ll let me go now?" Her proud tone and confident, almost arrogant, air made her seem like a haughty little maniac. A glimmer of interest flashed in Thomas Shannon’s eyes. "Maniac, I hate having a gun pointed at me. Put it down before I get angry." "I hate being threatened the most. Before I get angry, tell your men to open the door!" Beside her, the man in black and Charlie River looked on, terrified. The pistols were already loaded, and there was a constant risk of accidental discharge. "Maniac, put the gun down, quickly!" Charlie River was as quick as lightning, pulling out his pistol, loading and aiming it. His target was Sophie. Simultaneously, the other men in black drew their pistols, all aimed at her. Against so many, her chances of winning were slim. To catch the thief, one must first capture the king. She had to do something to Thomas Shannon to make them hesitate. "Thomas Shannon, come over here," Sophie gestured for him to approach. "You come over." The man stood tall and proud, his expression calm, his demeanor unchanged as he looked at her. He seemed to disregard the gun in her hand, let alone consider it a threat to his life. "Ha Ha." With a low laugh, Sophie narrowed her eyes and kept aiming. "Thomas Shannon, if you’re a man, walk over here yourself." "Aren’t you the one who knows best whether I’m a man or not? What, you want to verify it firsthand again?" Everyone listening to Young Master Shannon’s words struggled to suppress their laughter. Orıginal content can be found at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Frustrated, Sophie snapped, "Thomas Shannon, shut your mouth!" "Fine, I’ll shut up." With an expression of exasperation, as if he could do nothing about her, Thomas Shannon took a step closer. Sophie snapped, "Stop! Who said you could move?" "Maniac, weren’t you the one who asked the Young Master to come over?" Charlie River couldn’t help but remind her from the side. Sophie glared coldly at Charlie River. "What’s it to you?" In a while, the tall man had reached her. Her gun muzzle was inches from him. A single squeeze of the trigger, and she could blow his head off. "Maniac, put the gun down." A subtle hint of a smile touched the corner of Thomas Shannon’s mouth, his cold eyes deep and unfathomable. Put the gun down, and then continue to be locked in his villa? With a sneer, Sophie stepped forward. She grabbed his shirt collar with one hand, pressed the pistol to his temple with the other, and scanned the crowd with a chilling gaze. "Open the door, or I’ll shoot!" "Maniac, stop!" Charlie River shouted, his pistol aimed squarely at her. If she dared make a reckless move, he would pull the trigger and end her life.