Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 794 - 796: All you need to know is that our common enemy is Thomas Shannon.

Chapter 794: Chapter 796: All you need to know is that our common enemy is Thomas Shannon.

Frank Mitchell leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes closed in deep thought.

Most of the time he spent recuperating, he was lost in thought, considering how to exact his revenge.

How could he make Thomas Shannon pay? How could he make James Shannon suffer to the point of wishing for death? Should he kill his woman, or his son?

Frank Mitchell’s eyes flickered open, the corner of his mouth hooking into a bloodthirsty, cold smile. Why not kill both his woman and his son? Perfect. They can accompany my mother in death!

An urgent knocking on the door shattered his thoughts. Frank Mitchell stared darkly at the doorway, his voice coarse. "Who is it?"

The visitor pushed open the door. It was a man in formal wear who walked directly to the bedside. Frank Mitchell pulled a pistol from under his pillow. "Stop! Who are you?"

"Mister Mitchell, I suggest you lower your pistol. I bring you good news."

The man offered a faint, composed smile, then pulled over a chair and sat down by the bedside.

Frank Mitchell narrowed his eyes. This man who has suddenly barged in... he isn’t enough to make me lower all my defenses.

"What good news?"

"Don’t you want to return to Country A, Mister Mitchell?"

That single sentence made Frank Mitchell clench his pistol, blue veins throbbing violently on his temples. "What did you say?!"

His trembling voice betrayed the tension deep within his heart.

The man smiled faintly and took an ID card from an inner pocket of his suit. "If Mister Mitchell wants to return to Country A, you can do so at any time. Of course, that’s only on the premise that we have a cooperating relation."

Frank Mitchell reached out and took the ID card. He looked up, meeting the man’s assured gaze. "Who sent you?"

How does he know? Could this be a charade engineered by Thomas Shannon, a ploy to lure a snake out of its hole?

"Mister Mitchell, you can rest assured. I can guarantee your safe return to Country A. Furthermore, I can guarantee that after our collaboration, our common enemy will be Thomas Shannon."

Frank Mitchell stared at him suspiciously. "Why should I believe you?" The timing of this man’s appearance is too coincidental. How can I be sure he wasn’t sent by Thomas Shannon?

"Mister Mitchell doubts I was sent by Thomas Shannon?" The man laughed contemptuously. "You’re overthinking this, Mister Mitchell. If I were sent by Thomas Shannon, would he bother with such elaborate schemes with you, rather than simply putting a bullet in your head?"

He had a point. If Thomas Shannon wanted me dead, he wouldn’t need to go to such lengths. He could have had me killed directly.

What annoys me is that my affairs have been investigated so thoroughly, yet I know nothing about this man.

"Since we’re discussing a collaboration, you should at least tell me what kind of grudge you have against Thomas Shannon."

The man’s demeanor shifted from its earlier gentleness, becoming more forceful, his tone hardening. "You don’t need to know that. All you need to know is that Thomas Shannon is our common enemy."

A silence fell. Frank Mitchell held the brand-new ID card, hesitating, uncertain.

"Mister Mitchell, think it over carefully. I’ll come to see you again tomorrow."

The man stood up, preparing to leave. "I hope we’ll have the chance to work together. I wish you a speedy recovery."

Watching the man’s retreating figure, Frank Mitchell’s eyes darkened, his gaze vicious, like a poisoned dagger, terrifyingly sinister.

"I accept."

Just as the man was about to leave the ward, Frank Mitchell spoke.

His words were what the man had anticipated. The man turned, returned to the bedside, and extended his hand. "A pleasure to be working with you, Mister Mitchell."

Frank Mitchell lowered his pistol and gripped the man’s hand, his eyes holding a deep look. "A pleasure."