Upon leaving the private room, Thomas Shannon flicked off some cigarette ash. "Has George Field not arrived yet?" Charlie River said, "It’s strange. Logically, George Field should have come to City T instantly to save his son, but there’s been no movement from him so far." George Field’s illogical behavior was puzzling. Just as they were about to leave Balcon Gate, Thomas Shannon’s mobile phone rang. He answered, and his expression subtly changed. Whatever was said on the other end, a cold smile touched Thomas Shannon’s handsome face. Hanging up, he scoffed, "Turns out, the person Frank Mitchell conspired with is none other than George Field." "Young Master, how about we use their own strategy against them?" That design drawing was specially made to lure Amelia Shaw. It contained an obvious flaw, difficult for ordinary people to discover, which would only become apparent during actual use—and it was a fatal weakness. Thomas Shannon nodded. "Since they dare to play, then let’s play along with them." What he couldn’t figure out was that, aside from Amelia Shaw, he and Frank Mitchell had no fundamental feud. Why would Frank Mitchell conspire with George Field to go against him? Was he tired of living? Amelia Shaw returned to her bedroom, took a bath, and changed into clean clothes. Heaven knows how dirty she had made herself to act convincingly. After tidying herself up, she took her mobile phone and called Frank Mitchell. "I’ve arrived in City T and am now in Shannon’s villa." Frank Mitchell knew that with her making a move, there wouldn’t be any problems. After all, she was the woman Thomas Shannon desired but couldn’t have; he would surely still show her some consideration. He laughed heartily. "Samuel, you really didn’t disappoint me." Amelia Shaw merely chuckled without a word. Thomas Shannon hadn’t disappointed her either. At the Imperial City Estate, after she had poured her heart out to him, all she had received in return was his coldness and ruthlessness. At that time, Amelia Shaw had thought she was finished, that there was no hope left. When she came to City T, she still hadn’t been sure if she would meet Thomas Shannon or if he would help her. It wasn’t until now that she got a satisfactory answer. Why wouldn’t Thomas Shannon care about her? Even if he said the most merciless things, he certainly wouldn’t stand idly by if something happened to her. "Tell me, what do you want me to do next?" Newest update provıded by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 Knowing what kind of person Frank Mitchell was, Amelia Shaw had already given up on him. She was only interested in using her own methods to get rid of the maniac. Of course, before that, she still needed Frank Mitchell. Joining forces was always better than fighting alone. "It’s simple, all you need to do is..." Amelia Shaw laughed, a fierce glint shining in the depths of her eyes. "Alright, wait for my good news." She put down her mobile phone and couldn’t help but laugh softly. Maniac, your death is near! Sophie Sullivan sat on the sofa and suddenly shivered. She rubbed her arm; the air conditioning was set just right. It wasn’t too cold, so why was she shivering? It must be because of Amelia Shaw. It must be because Amelia Shaw had come and was flitting about in front of her, making her feel uneasy all over. Sophie Sullivan reassured herself. Yes, that had to be it. She poured herself a glass of water, drank half of it to calm her nerves, and then went upstairs.