Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 715 - 718: Dear Cecilia, I’m here to take you back home

Curled up and buried under human skeletons, Sophie Sullivan struggled to get up.

Luckily, her body was flexible, and she had curled into a ball, hiding on the floor mat.

Buried under human skeletons, and with organs soaked in Formalin resting on the car seat, the scene was particularly chilling.

It was precisely because of this that she had managed to evade the man in black’s inspection.

Sophie took deep breaths, and the female doctor helped her up. She smiled and thanked the three doctors.

Suddenly, the driver said, "Miss, there’s a car up ahead. Are they the ones looking for you?"

Sophie immediately saw Leo in the passenger’s seat of the black Maybach approaching.

She smiled cheerfully, "Yes, they’re here to find me."

The doctor stopped the car. After Sophie repeatedly thanked them and urged them to leave as soon as possible, she got out.

At the same time, the doors of several Maybachs opened. Leo was the first to get out and open the back seat door.

Lucifer bent down to get out of the car. In the sunshine, the soft, bewitching aura surrounding him grew even more intense.

His deep blue eyes, gentle as the sea, gazed intently at her. Lucifer slowly opened his arms and said, "Dear Cecilia, I’ve come to take you home."

"Lucifer!" Sophie hurried forward and threw herself into his arms.

Lucifer lowered his head, hugged her tightly, and rested his chin in the hollow of her neck. "It’s alright, I’m here."

Sophie didn’t want to waste any more time. "Let’s go. We’ll leave first, then talk."

"Alright."

Lucifer gently caressed her head, took her hand, and opened the car door for her.

The group proceeded to the top floor of a city center hotel as quickly as possible, where a helicopter was already prepared and waiting.

To cover their tracks, they took the helicopter to a neighboring city and left Country A from that city’s airport.

「Meanwhile.」

George Stanford had locked himself in his room. After receiving a call from a colleague confirming that Sophie Sullivan was safe and had been taken away by her man, he sighed quietly.

Without someone to argue with, it feels strange all of a sudden.

Although he had complained about Sophie dragging him into trouble, George had voluntarily helped her buy some time. When the nurse was about to bring dinner to Sophie, George stopped her.

"The maniac’s already resting. Her wound’s scabbed, and it’s itching terribly. Since she’s finally asleep, don’t wake her up. When she’s hungry, she’ll find food on her own."

The nurse, seeing that George had put it that way, nodded and dropped the matter.

As George was about to walk away, Harry suddenly dashed out from somewhere and charged toward Sophie’s room.

The door was shut. With a leap, Harry hugged the door handle with his front paws and used his weight to pull it down.

CLICK.

He actually managed to open the door!

George stared dumbfounded. This cat... has it become a spirit?!

Seeing Harry about to rush in, George reacted with swiftness, shutting the door and blocking it with his body. He lowered his gaze, looking down at Harry, who was scratching at his legs with his claws. "Harry, you’re not allowed in."

"MEOW!" Harry bared his teeth ferociously, a stark contrast to his submissive manner in front of Thomas Shannon.

He was the very image of Young Master Shannon’s pampered and arrogant pet.

"Hey, you little thing, still trying to act tough with me, huh?" George stroked his chin. "I’ll let you have a taste of anesthesia."

With that, George bent down, grabbed Harry by the scruff of his neck, and carried him back to his office.

Amidst Harry’s wails, George, smiling, administered an anesthetic shot to him.

In a while, Harry, who had been struggling desperately, fell asleep.