Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 404: Chapter 406: Have you had enough trouble?

Sophie Sullivan immediately let go of Raina Bell.

Her wrist ached, and she let go of Raina Bell almost instinctively.

She pursed her lips, looking at the grim-faced Thomas Shannon.

Then, she started laughing. ”Fine, I won’t interrupt your good time anymore. Carry on.”

With a smile on her face, she forcefully wrenched her hand free, rose, and left her seat.

Raina Bell, holding a towel, called out helplessly, ”Young Master...”

”Get lost!”

The cold voice was like a sharp blade that could cut through iron as if it were mud.

Raina Bell immediately moved aside. Her shoulder still faintly ached from the kick he had delivered in the bath chamber.

Sophie Sullivan left the Restaurant, the fire of anger in her chest threatening to burn her up.

Furious! She was about to explode! Well done, Thomas Shannon, well done!

She lifted her wrist, looking at the red mark on it. He really was something, to grab her hand like this for a female slave!

She strode out. Thomas Shannon, who had stormed out of the Restaurant in pursuit, shouted sharply, ”Maniac, stop!”

Sophie Sullivan ignored him and quickened her pace.

Minimus Hart stepped forward, blocking her path. ”Maniac, the Young Master told you to stop. Didn’t you hear him?”

”Get lost!”

Sophie Sullivan was in a towering rage, and no one could get through to her.

Especially not Minimus Hart!

Unfazed, Minimus Hart replied, ”The Young Master ordered you to stop, so you cannot leave.”

”Minimus Hart, don’t think I wouldn’t dare to lay my hands on you! I’m telling you for the last time, get lost!”

The ’maniac’ was now genuinely infuriated, looking for all the world like a real madwoman.

Minimus Hart wasn’t afraid of her anger; she was afraid of her *not* getting angry. She didn’t know the specifics of what had happened in the Restaurant.

But one thing was certain: it was definitely related to Raina Bell.

Now, Minimus Hart was more certain than ever that choosing Raina Bell had been the most correct decision.

It was a sure win.

”Sorry, I only follow the Young Master’s orders.”

”I only follow the Young Master’s orders”—what a fine sentiment. Since she was so fiercely loyal, Sophie Sullivan figured she might as well help her live up to that ’glorious’ reputation.

SLAP.

With this slap, Sophie Sullivan used all her strength.

Minimus Hart didn’t dodge or flinch, taking the hit squarely. The blow knocked her head to the side, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

”Lift your head,” Sophie Sullivan ordered coldly.

Minimus Hart slowly raised her head. Sophie Sullivan sneered and, without another word, delivered another backhand slap.

As she raised her hand for a third slap, it was abruptly seized.

Without looking, Sophie Sullivan knew who it was. Her expression was impassive. ”Let go.”

”Have you made enough of a scene?”

Making such a scene first thing in the morning, she really is no different from a little maniac!

”Do you think I enjoy making such a scene? Aren’t you the one who forced me into it?” Sophie Sullivan tried to break free, but the more she struggled, the tighter Thomas Shannon’s grip became.

Finally, a sharp pain shot through her wrist, and only then did she stop.

”I never intended to come back; you forced me. So now you find my scene-making detestable? What were you doing earlier then?”

Minimus Hart said softly from the side, ”Young Master, I’m okay.”

”No one said you weren’t.” The corner of Sophie Sullivan’s mouth twitched. ”Why add to the drama? Do you even have the right to speak here?”

She knew better than anyone what Minimus Hart was plotting. With Amelia Shaw dead, Minimus Hart certainly wouldn’t let things go so easily. One Raina Bell was already not to be underestimated... If the two of them joined forces... Her fate was easy to imagine. Her face was still in its recovery period; she didn’t want to cause any more trouble. But even if she didn’t stir things up, trouble always seemed to find its way to her. In that case, she couldn’t afford to be a pushover. If she wasn’t going to have an easy time, then Minimus Hart shouldn’t expect one either.