"Heh," Thomas Shannon sneered. "Are you ordering me around, huh?" "I’m not ordering you." Sophie Sullivan turned her head, her eyes brimming with unbridled arrogance. "I’m driving you away!" Ordering him? She’d have to think he was worth it first. After Sophie finished speaking, she averted her gaze, as if looking at him for one more second would soil her own eyes. Thomas Shannon saw the look in her eyes clearly. "What kind of look was that?" he asked, his tone slightly irritated. "A look of disgust," Sophie stated bluntly. "Heh." Thomas Shannon gripped her chin with one hand, tightened his hold, and forcefully turned her defiant head back to face him. "Disgust for me? Say it again. You find me disgusting, huh?" "So, not only are you blind, but you’re deaf too. How pathetic." "Maniac!" Thomas Shannon growled, his voice low and sharp. No one had ever dared to mock him ! She was getting more and more unruly! Such spoiled behavior! "Let go of me." Sophie raised her hand to break his grip. Thomas Shannon countered by seizing both her wrists with one hand, easily controlling her. The hand gripping her chin tightened further. Sophie winced, her brows furrowing in pain. She bit her lip, trying desperately not to cry out. "Apologize," Thomas Shannon ordered tersely, his cold eyes boring into hers like sharp blades. His devastatingly handsome face was now covered in a thick layer of frost; even the air pressure in the vicinity seemed to drop. Apologize to him? Impossible! Sophie refused to yield. Thomas Shannon sneered, nodding. "Very well. It seems you’ve forgotten the rules." Releasing her, Thomas Shannon turned and walked away. Sophie had thought the matter was over, but Charlie River soon arrived. He brought two men in black and, his face devoid of expression, commanded, "Take her away." The two men in black stepped forward, seized Sophie from either side, and began to drag her out. They were genuinely dragging her. Sophie’s feet barely scraped the ground; she couldn’t walk on her own and could only be forcefully dragged by them. Damn that Thomas Shannon! Sophie clenched her teeth. She twisted her head to look at Charlie River behind her and demanded angrily, "Where are you taking me?" Charlie River’s expression was impassive, his voice flat and devoid of any inflection. "To the place you ought to go." She didn’t need to think to know it was that pervert, Thomas Shannon, wanting to torture her again. Men truly couldn’t be trusted. In bed, they were all tenderness, promising to pluck the stars and moon for you. Out of bed, they’d turn their backs and pretend not to know you. When it came to being heartless, they were more ruthless than anyone. Sophie Sullivan felt she had seen Thomas Shannon for who he truly was. She closed her eyes, preparing to accept reality. Downstairs, she saw Minimus Hart directing Raina Bell in the cloakroom to iron Thomas Shannon’s shirts. Minimus Hart seemed to have only just noticed Sophie being dragged away by the men in black. She asked in surprise, "Charlie River, what’s happened to the maniac?" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝓷𝓮𝓽 "The maniac made a mistake." Minimus Hart looked at Sophie with sympathy. "Is the Young Master going to punish her?" "Mm," Charlie River replied, clearly not wanting to say more, and gestured for the men in black to hurry. The men in black took Sophie away. Sophie clenched her fists. Minimus Hart... you just wait, Minimus Hart! After the group had departed, Minimus Hart called Raina Bell, and they both went upstairs. Arriving at Thomas Shannon’s cloakroom, Minimus Hart’s fingers gently slid across the row of shirts, hung and sorted by color. "Your mission is to re-iron all of these shirts. Make sure there isn’t a single wrinkle. Understand?"