Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 5: Chapter 5: The Arrogant Man

”No need.”

He would educate this woman personally.

With a flick of his wrist, Thomas Shannon’s long, narrow eyes narrowed slightly with interest.

The audio-visual room was dimly lit, but the woman before him—her skin as fair and smooth as polished jade—still captivated his attention. It was as if she possessed a natural luminosity; wherever she went, she instantly drew every eye. Indeed, her skin was whiter than snow and as smooth as silk.

Shameless! Pervert!

Fear drained Sophie Sullivan’s small face of color, making it even paler, yet her expression grew surprisingly animated.

Thomas Shannon chuckled softly. Just as he’d expected, she had her weaknesses.

He raised his head, his gaze suddenly sharpening, his thin lips pressed into a firm line. He reached out and brushed away the hair covering Sophie Sullivan’s cheek. Up close, Sophie Sullivan sensed the shift in his mood.

”HMPH.”

With a disdainful snort from him, her jaw was finally free. Although he had roughly pushed her head aside, she was, at least, liberated.

She lowered her head, hair cascading down to completely hide her face.

”Turn on the lights,” the man ordered, his voice calm yet imperious.

Charlie River gestured, and the servants turned on all the lights in the audio-visual room.

The spacious audio-visual room was suddenly ablaze with light.

A slender white hand reached out, brushing aside her hair, and precisely pinched her chin. A sharp pain shot through her chin, forcing her to tilt her head back.

Under the bright lights, Thomas Shannon finally saw the true appearance of the woman he had brought here.

A beauty?

Indeed, she deserved the title—but only for half of her face.

On the other half, numerous scars crisscrossed. Densely packed, a mix of old and new. The ugliness was starkly apparent.

Thomas Shannon released her. His eyes darkened, their expression unreadable, and a range of emotions flickered across his handsome face. Finally, his fierce gaze landed on Charlie River.

Knowing he had made a grievous mistake, Charlie River immediately bowed respectfully and began to explain.

Thomas Shannon felt a gaze burning with hatred fixed on him. He turned his head to see Sophie Sullivan’s half-beautiful face, her watery eyes brimming with intense loathing.

Thomas Shannon sneered and leaned back lazily. Raising one long leg, the tip of his shoe hooked her chin. ”Do you hate me?” he asked, his tone flippant and arrogant.

Sophie Sullivan’s lips twisted into a scornful line. Shouldn’t she hate him?

”Interesting.” Thomas Shannon supported his head with one hand, his long fingers slightly hooked.

The maid knelt before him. ”Young Master, please give your orders.”

”From today onwards, she is one of you.”

A servant, or more accurately, a slave. These women existed solely for Thomas Shannon. Although, none of them had yet managed to stand out enough to gain the Young Master’s favor.

For Sophie Sullivan to become one of them meant that, from now on, she would be branded a slave.

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