Sophie Sullivan merely let herself vent the anger that welled up within her; anyone in such extreme rage at that time, knocked unconscious and taken away, would go mad.

She had been suppressing herself since waking up until now, and she was already at her limit.

Lucifer came downstairs, witnessing this scene; after being surprised for a few seconds, he quickly rushed forward and pulled Sophie Sullivan away from Thomas Shannon.

"Cecilia, what happened to you?"

Lucifer held her, successfully stopping her punches and kicks towards Thomas Shannon.

He had predicted early in the morning that she’d be angry, but hadn’t anticipated she’d be this out of control.

Sophie Sullivan’s cold gaze fell on Thomas Shannon’s face, which now had several scratches from fingernails; those terrifying cold eyes were sinister and creepy.

Sophie Sullivan was panting heavily; gradually, she calmed down.

She waved her hand, calling Gaby, "Gaby, we’re leaving."

She broke free from Lucifer’s arm, walked straight ahead without looking sideways.

As she brushed past Thomas Shannon, her wrist was tightly gripped by him; his voice was tense and strained, "Really leaving?"

"Thomas Shannon, don’t like me; it’s not worth it."

After leaving those words, Sophie Sullivan pried open his fingers one by one and left on her own.

Lucifer took two steps forward, his deep blue eyes gazing at him with a complex look, "Are... you okay?"

Thomas Shannon remained motionless, completely ignoring him.

Lucifer pressed his lips slightly, for the first time showing him amicable goodwill, "Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Cecilia."

With that said, Lucifer stepped forward to catch up.

After Lucifer left, Charlie River came forward worriedly and asked, "Young Master, should we stop the maniac?"

After a long time, the man’s eyelids lifted, a sharp gaze piercing directly at him, "What do you think?"

Charlie River had seen Thomas Shannon’s stare before.

That was during another transaction negotiation, when he was plotted against, causing his vehicle to overturn and injure his arm.

When he was rescued from the car, he used this gaze, calmly ordering to siege and eliminate all the assassins ambushed around.

Leaving none alive.

Finally, none of those assassins left a complete corpse; their bodies were sent to the Meat Union Processing Factory, shredded into mincemeat, all fed to the hunting dogs at the Meat Union factory.

Charlie River shuddered all over, not daring to speak anymore.

Young Master’s thoughts were not something he could casually fathom.

...

Sophie Sullivan left, taking Gaby and Angus, returning to Lucifer’s private island located in the South Pacific.

On the isle, the scenery is beautiful and pleasant, with the blue sea and sky.

Barefoot on the soft white sands, Sophie Sullivan empties herself, calming her head.

It’s been three days back on the isle, and she frequently empties herself according to Angus’s words, beginning to meditate.

Behind her, the servant and guards follow at a distance.

Gaby is wildly running ahead of her, stepping on the waves, playing and chasing with them.

Under the sunshine, her fair skin is almost transparent.

The color of her lips is pale, her face slightly haggard, and her light-colored beautiful eyes carry an empty bewilderment.

Gaby runs up to her wet, shakes off the water, his wet big head nuzzling her hand.

Sophie Sullivan looks down at it, smiles lightly, "Gaby, don’t make trouble."

Gaby howls and bites her skirt hem, wanting to lead her to step on the waves.

A guard holding a mobile phone quickly approaches, "Miss Cecilia Branford, it’s Your Highness Lucifer on the phone."

Sophie Sullivan raises her hand, takes the mobile phone, her voice tinged with faint fatigue, "Lucifer."