Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 110: His woman, must be clean.

"Young Master Shannon, you mean...?"

He’s surely not implying what I think he means, is he?

Despite his unsightly appearance and terrible figure, Maxwell Sinclair was a wealthy man. The girlfriends he usually dated, while not necessarily peerless beauties, were definitely among the ranks of high-society stunners. How could he, always so picky about women, stomach this hideous one?

"Take her... and you can secure the collaboration deal with Golden Wing Palace." Thomas Shannon propped his forehead with one hand, a Ryan Lane smirk hovering on the corner of his lips.

He could secure the collaboration deal with Golden Wing Palace?

Ecstatic joy burst from Maxwell Sinclair’s eyes. He nodded frantically, "No problem, absolutely no problem!"

Maxwell Sinclair quickly stepped over to Sophie Sullivan, grabbing her hand with excitement. "Young Master Shannon, I can do it right now."

Never mind one night; even a week would be fine! With the lights off, it would all be the same. It’d be like getting a freebie, and he’d secure the Golden Wing Palace collaboration deal too. Once this deal went through, the net profit would be enough to cover his company’s entire annual revenue. All he had to do was play with a woman to get the deal. Only a fool wouldn’t do it!

Maxwell Sinclair was no fool; in fact, he was quite bold. He tightly gripped Sophie Sullivan’s soft hands, taking the opportunity to stroke the smooth back of her hand a couple of times.

He had to admit, Young Master Shannon had a keen eye! This ugly woman’s skin was actually quite good. Smooth as fine silk.

Thomas Shannon watched Sophie Sullivan, whose face was taut with suppressed emotion, a ghost of a smile on his lips. He waved his hand. "Go on, enjoy yourselves."

"Alright! Thank you, Young Master Shannon! I’ll be sure to give it my all!"

Maxwell Sinclair eagerly started pulling Sophie Sullivan away. Her gaze remained locked on Thomas Shannon, who watched the unfolding scene with the air of a detached spectator enjoying a show. frёewebηovel.cѳm

It seemed his decision wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment joke. He was... serious.

Sophie Sullivan felt immense pressure. At this moment, should she calmly accept the mission, or... swallow her pride and beg for mercy?

Maxwell Sinclair began to drag her with brute force. Sophie Sullivan squeezed her eyes shut and, with a backhand, slapped him across the face. "Keep your filthy hands off me!"

SLAP.

The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the private room.

Maxwell Sinclair was stunned by the slap. This woman was quite fiery! If Young Master Shannon weren’t here, he’d definitely teach her a lesson!

Sophie Sullivan strode quickly to Thomas Shannon, her hands clenched into fists, her breathing suppressed. "Thomas Shannon..."

Thomas Shannon casually took a drag from his cigarette, his posture relaxed, exuding a natural, indolent charm as white smoke curled from his thin lips. Wisps of smoke rose and dispersed into the air.

"This is your mission, the one you volunteered for."

Sophie Sullivan gritted her teeth. "I demand a different mission!"

"You don’t have the right to choose." Thomas Shannon looked down on her coldly, his deep eyes mocking her for overestimating her own importance.

No right to choose, huh?

Sophie Sullivan nodded and took a deep breath. "Fine, I accept the mission."

She turned and walked over to Maxwell Sinclair. Her face, half-angelic and half-demonic, now contorted in anger, intimidated him. She tugged at the corner of her lip. "What are you standing there gaping for? Are we wasting time?"

Her words jolted Maxwell Sinclair back to his senses. He immediately grabbed her hand. "Young Master Shannon, we’ll be taking our leave then..."

He eagerly dragged Sophie Sullivan out of the private room.

Charlie River hesitated for a few seconds before stepping forward. "Young Master, are you really planning to let the maniac serve Maxwell Sinclair?"