Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 80: The Little Madman Faints!

Sophie Sullivan felt a bit dazed and passively followed his lead.

Thomas Shannon quickly realized she was not an inexperienced beginner; her body was incredibly flexible.

With a smooth rhythm, she followed his steps after just one try, memorizing the pace and sequence.

Feeling uneasy under his burning gaze, Sophie Sullivan glared at him, "What are you looking at? Haven’t you seen a beauty before?"

"A beauty? You?"

Sophie Sullivan was vain too. "If I hadn’t been disfigured, would you dare, with a clear conscience, say I’m not?"

"There are no ifs. You’re already disfigured," Young Master Shannon bluntly replied.

Suddenly feeling disheartened, Sophie Sullivan hung her head and stopped dancing. She let go of his hand, turned around, and sulkily sat down on the sofa.

After a while, Thomas Shannon still hadn’t come over.

Sophie Sullivan couldn’t help herself and lifted her head. "Young Master, what should I do if I stay like this forever?"

"You’ll get used to being ugly."

Sophie Sullivan was speechless. Shouldn’t he be offering to find a doctor to treat her face at a time like this?!

He seemed to find her voice a mood-killer; did he think her half-ruined face was any better at sparking his interest?

Despite Sophie Sullivan’s various hints, Thomas Shannon continued to play dumb.

Sophie Sullivan had no choice but to give up.

The Zane Family—real estate tycoons in Country S.

The birthday banquet for Fluffy Zane, the young lady of the Zane Family, was held at the old Zane family estate in the Imperial City.

The grand birthday banquet was attended by business tycoons and political figures, all coming to grace the event.

Fluffy Zane, in the name of the Zane Family, invited William Guillen to be her male companion tonight.

To her surprise, the person who showed up was his close friend, Thomas Shannon, a man feared by everyone in Country S.

Dressed impeccably for tonight’s banquet, Fluffy Zane stood out in the crowd, as graceful and elegant as a summer lotus.

Her temperament was noble, her demeanor poised and refined.

Thomas Shannon’s appearance ignited the climax of the birthday party! freēwēbnovel.com

The man was tall, his handsome yet wicked face like a masterpiece sculpted by God. He emanated an innate noble aura. His deep, cold eyes could make people cower with a single glance.

A slender, pale arm was looped through his.

The woman had an exquisite figure. She wore half of a glamorous ruby mask, and the revealed half of her face was stunningly beautiful.

Her captivating eyes held a hint of mystery, making people uncontrollably want to get close to her and lift this mysterious veil.

However, with Thomas Shannon as her companion, no one dared to make a move on her.

Becoming an enemy of the walking King of Hell could lead to being riddled with bullets in minutes!

"Happy Birthday. I am attending on behalf of Lan Singh." Thomas Shannon slightly tilted his head, and Charlie River, standing behind him, immediately handed over the gift.

Fluffy Zane whispered her thanks, and a servant beside her received the gift.

Her gaze swept past Thomas Shannon toward the doorway as she murmured, "He didn’t come, did he?"

She should have known. She shouldn’t have held onto hope for so long.

Fluffy Zane withdrew her disappointed gaze. "Young Master Shannon, please come in."

Inside the banquet hall, it was a dazzling scene of fragrant gowns and mingling guests, wine cups clinking in lively conversation.

This was the best of social events, and also the best opportunity for the Upper Class to expand their connections.

"Young Master, I’m hungry." Sophie Sullivan pulled her hand from Thomas Shannon’s arm and looked at the buffet table nearby.

Thomas Shannon nodded, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Go ahead."

Upon learning of Thomas Shannon’s personal arrival, Fluffy Zane’s father came forward to greet him.

"Young Master Shannon’s presence truly adds luster to our humble event."

Thomas Shannon’s lips curved into a slight smile, his eyes indifferent. Just as he was about to speak, the sound of shattering porcelain came from the buffet table not far away.

"AH!"

"Someone’s vomiting blood..."

"She—she fainted!"

Thomas Shannon’s heart sank. Almost instinctively, he looked toward the source of the sound.