Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 738 - 741: Completely Forgotten by Her

Should he go find her?

Why must he humiliate himself by seeking her out so many times?

Charlie River couldn’t bear to tease him. Thomas Shannon was clearly dying for the maniac but still pretended to be calm, as if nothing mattered.

"Young Master, if you don’t go find the maniac, she and Lucifer will be together. Over time, they might... develop feelings."

Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes abruptly flashed with an icy light. "Shut your mouth!"

Develop feelings?

What kind of feelings could she possibly develop with Lucifer? Laughable!

That heartless woman... After all this time, neither soft coaxing nor harsh pressure had moved her.

How long has she even known Lucifer for them to develop feelings?

Don’t even start with that childhood sweethearts nonsense. She has amnesia now. Even if they truly had feelings for each other for over twenty years, with her amnesia, she’s forgotten it all completely.

"Alright, Young Master, I won’t speak anymore," Charlie River, playing the victim, shut his mouth obediently.

He was only stating the truth; why wouldn’t the Young Master listen? Charlie River could only comfort himself: the truth is often unpleasant to the ear.

A sudden yelp from Harry made him bristle, his fur standing on end. He raised his head high, gazing unblinkingly at his master with a pitiful howl.

Only then did Thomas Shannon realize he might have been too rough. He lightened his grip, stroking Harry’s fur. The cat’s stiff body finally relaxed.

His eyes were dark, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

He was dying to drag Sophie Sullivan back and punish her severely, ensuring she would never dare to run from him again!

...

A vast entourage arrived at the hospital.

But they were too late. Thomas Shannon had already been transferred out.

James Shannon fumed, "Find him now! Where on earth is he?"

"Yes, sir!" the man in black, terrified, promptly launched an investigation.

In a short while, the man in black returned with a report. "Mister, the Young Master is in City T."

City T?

Had he already awakened?

Did he leave Imperial City because he didn’t wish to see me?

James Shannon’s suspicions were soon confirmed when Charlie River called. "Mister, have you reached the hospital?"

"Charlie River, put Lincoln on the line."

James Shannon struggled to contain his rage. His handsome face, marked by a trace of hardship, was still sharp, and the dark, imposing aura of his past was faintly discernible.

"Mister, I beg your forgiveness. The Young Master doesn’t wish to speak with you. He asked me to tell you that, currently, the person he least wishes to see is you. Therefore, please go back. Whether you go to the hospital or come to City T, the Young Master will not see you."

James Shannon put down the mobile phone, his gaze turning exceedingly grim. "He dares to defy me!"

"Mister, please calm down. It is only natural that the Young Master is angry," pleaded the man in black.

James Shannon glanced at the man in black, his brows furrowed. The man in black promptly said, "Now that we have found the person who harmed the Young Master, we should apprehend Frank Mitchell. Whoever injured the Young Master must pay the price."

Frank Mitchell...

James Shannon remained silent for a moment, then left the hospital with his followers.

「Country J.」

Frank Mitchell, constantly in hiding, was like a hunted rat, unable to show his face publicly. Thomas Shannon had issued a kill order for him, vowing a hunt that would not end until Frank Mitchell was dead.

As long as the mission remained unfulfilled, his pursuers would not rest for a day. Even if he fled to the ends of the Earth, they would relentlessly chase him, determined to complete their task. This constant running and hiding had exhausted him.

He was unwilling—unwilling to be constantly hunted while Thomas Shannon, high and mighty like a king looking down upon the world, trampled him underfoot.

"Young Master, someone’s coming!" the bodyguard warned quietly.