Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 673 - 676: How come it’s you, you little maniac?

Panic flickered in Minimus Hart’s eyes. Impossible! It’s impossible... Sophie Sullivan must be trying to scare her. The antidote is in her hands, no one knows where it is; George Stanford can’t possibly be saved.

Sophie Sullivan looked around, somewhat dissatisfied. "Why is there no mirror?"

The nurse beside her said, "Maniac, the mirror is in the bath chamber."

"No, I mean here." Sophie Sullivan pointed. "Put mirrors all over here, so when she opens her eyes, she’ll see her ugly face."

The nurse was stunned for a moment and then immediately nodded. "I got it."

「...」

Inside the study room.

The air pressure suddenly dropped to its lowest point.

Charlie River took the documents out of the cowhide paper bag and handed them to the desk. "Young Master, Frank Mitchell’s information is all here. His mother, Evelyn Lynch, is an old acquaintance of Mister. However, it’s strange; the column for Frank Mitchell’s birth father is unknown, and he took his stepfather’s surname. Not long after his stepfather and mother passed away, he went bankrupt. Even his girlfriend at the time, Amelia Shaw, whom he was about to marry, left him. Shortly after Amelia Shaw returned to her country, Frank Mitchell also returned to Country A. We haven’t yet found out how he hooked up with George Field. That will take more time."

Thomas Shannon flicked the cigarette ash and sternly picked up the documents on the table Surface.

His cold, sharp eyes scanned the documents swiftly.

In the end, his gaze fixed on the photo of Evelyn Lynch.

The woman in the photo, already middle-aged, still retained her charm.

Thomas Shannon narrowed his eyes slightly. This woman is his father’s old acquaintance? Birth father unknown... How interesting, a birth father unknown.

Thomas Shannon tossed the documents on the table Surface and leaned back heavily on the back chair, taking a deep puff from his cigarette. The worry between his brows deepened.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

The study door was knocked, and Sophie Sullivan’s voice came, "Thomas Shannon, I’m coming in."

Thomas Shannon signaled with his eyes, and Charlie River immediately went to put the documents back into the file holder.

Sophie Sullivan pushed the door in, seeing Charlie River standing in front of the desk with the file holder in hand. "Did I interrupt you?"

"I just finished talking with Young Master. Maniac, you talk to Young Master first. I’m leaving."

After saying this, Charlie River nodded to the man sitting behind the desk and then left.

Sophie Sullivan stared suspiciously at the departing Charlie River before walking toward Thomas Shannon.

She pulled a chair and sat down in front of the desk. Across it, her captivating eyes narrowed slightly, staring unblinkingly at Thomas Shannon. "Are you in a bad mood?"

"What makes you say that?" The man exhaled a smoke ring, his handsome face carrying a sharp edge.

Sophie Sullivan leaned forward, stretched her arm across the desk, and gently caressed his furrowed brow with her fingertips. "It seems your mood really is terrible."

Just then, the mobile phone on the table Surface rang.

Sophie Sullivan glanced at it. "A call from William Guillen, are you not going to answer it?"

Thomas Shannon remained silent, his lips pressed together. Sophie Sullivan picked up the mobile phone, her eyes always watching his reaction.

After seeing that he had no reaction, Sophie Sullivan snorted in disinterest and answered the mobile phone, "Hello."

"Thomas... Why is it you, maniac?"

William Guillen’s surprised voice came through. Sophie Sullivan took a quick glance at Thomas Shannon. "He doesn’t want to answer your call. Do you need something from him?"

William Guillen laughed upon hearing this sentence. Thomas doesn’t want to answer his call? This is truly a miracle!