Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 78: Will she become our mistress?

Thomas Shannon chuckled, his voice low, magnetic, and intoxicating. "Dare to curse again?" The dangerous glint in his eyes put Sophie Sullivan on alert.

With a snort, Sophie Sullivan got up and lay down on the bed. Annoyed, she turned over, her back to him, and pulled the silk quilt high to cover her head.

Fortunately, Thomas Shannon was considerate enough not to continue.

That night passed peacefully.

「The next day.」

Early in the morning, Sophie Sullivan was kicked out of bed.

Scrambling up from the carpet, she grabbed the edge of the bed with one hand, growling angrily, "Thomas Shannon!"

Damn him!

His eyes still closed, Thomas Shannon’s voice was laced with the laziness and hoarseness of just waking up. "There’s a banquet tonight that you need to attend. Have a servant take you for a SPA."

Sophie Sullivan climbed back onto the bed, flopped down, and refused without a second thought, "I won’t go."

A long leg pressed down on hers, pinning her heavily.

Thomas Shannon toyed with a few strands of her hair, using them to cover half of her ugly face. "This is an order. You don’t have the right to refuse."

"I’m so ugly. Aren’t you afraid I’ll make you lose face?"

Thomas Shannon knew exactly what she was up to; she was just making excuses to get out of it. Her little schemes couldn’t fool him.

The man’s thin lips curved into a barely perceptible smile. He flipped her over and kicked out with a long leg.

THUMP.

The second time! Thrown off the bed for the second time!

Already aching all over and now having to endure his violent wake-up call, Sophie Sullivan grabbed a pillow and hurled it at his infuriating face. "This is for kicking me! This is for kicking me!"

"Maniac, stop it!" he yelled.

Sophie Sullivan hit him hard a few more times with the pillow, then threw it down and turned to flee.

Thomas Shannon sat up with a dark expression, ready to retaliate, but the maniac had already vanished through the doorway.

"She deserves a beating!" Thomas Shannon punched the pillow, his sleepiness gone entirely.

Sophie Sullivan, knowing she’d caused trouble, sensibly went to find a servant, who then led her to the SPA room.

As Sophie Sullivan lay on the massage table, her fair, smooth, and delicate skin made the maids extremely envious. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

It’s no wonder the Young Master likes her. Such a rare beauty—not only would men be captivated, even women would admire her at first sight.

After her show of power the previous night, the maids in the castle had become noticeably more subdued. After all, no one wanted to lose their job.

Of course, a few still dared to defy him and sided with Minimus Hart.

Two maids, who usually followed Minimus Hart’s lead, saw Sophie Sullivan enter the SPA room. They quietly made a phone call to Minimus Hart, who was then on a mission in Country C.

"Hello?" Minimus Hart’s voice was hoarse and weary.

The maid whispered, "Sister Minnie, something terrible has happened!"

"What is it?" Minimus Hart clutched the collar of her sleep gown. That old man... he’d exhausted all his methods...

"The maniac... she beat up Lily Rose and May last night and kicked them out. Now, they’ve both been removed from the servant roster."

Minimus Hart’s breath hitched, one hand pressed to her temple. "Who gave her the nerve?!"

"It was the Young Master..."

Minimus Hart felt a fire rage within her chest.

Could this ugly oddity really be a reincarnated fox spirit? Even with such an ugly face, she managed to completely bewitch the Young Master, leading him by the nose.

"Sister Minnie, the maniac is attending a banquet with the Young Master tonight. Do you think... she’ll become our new mistress?"