Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 658: Chapter 661: Gabriel, it’s time for you to show your abilities

Sophie Sullivan’s lips, as beautiful as petals, curled slightly. Sitting on her horse, her body was bathed in a layer of golden light from the sunshine, so sacred she seemed untouchable. Yet, her cold gaze carried a terrifying, imposing air.

”He said I could do as I pleased, as long as I’m having fun,” she said.

Minimus Hart’s pupils constricted, and she growled back, her voice full of defiance, ”Impossible! Young Master would never say that!”

”Impossible?” Sophie Sullivan answered with a cold smile. ”Minimus Hart, I’m Thomas Shannon’s lover. I know him better than you do.”

Lover...

Intense, scorching jealousy flashed through Minimus Hart’s eyes. Is she flaunting it in front of me? Flaunting that she can climb into the Young Master’s bed?

”Sorry, I forgot.” Sophie’s tone changed, and she let out a soft laugh. ”Your lovers are those various men. You’ve probably mistaken the men you know for Thomas Shannon.”

”Shut up!” Minimus Hart, unable to bear the humiliation, roared in resentment.

Sophie was quite satisfied with Minimus Hart’s reaction. This, it seemed, was her sore spot.

”Minimus Hart, how many missions have you undertaken while following Thomas Shannon? How many men have you slept with? What about their looks? Are any of them even worthy of being compared to one of Thomas Shannon’s fingertips?”

”Shut up! You shut up!”

Minimus Hart’s eyes were bloodshot as she glared at Sophie with a crimson, sinister gaze. If her hands weren’t tied, she probably would have rushed forward to fight Sophie by now.

”As a human being, I don’t ask you to be inherently kind, but at least have some self-awareness,” Sophie said, her tone slow, carrying her unique, silky softness. ”Don’t you understand what kind of woman Thomas Shannon likes, or how high his standards are for cleanliness? You keep deluding yourself that one day you’ll become his woman. Have you ever stopped to consider if you’re even qualified?”

Within her sweet-sounding words, each syllable was a thorn, piercing Minimus Hart and leaving countless wounds.

Minimus Hart laughed, a sinister smile blooming on her lips, tinged with dark fury and a deep chill. ”Sophie Sullivan, don’t be too proud. We... have a long future ahead.”

She just reminded me that I’m still clean now. What if I wasn’t clean anymore? Would the Young Master still spare me a glance? Definitely not. The Young Master’s obsession with cleanliness would never tolerate his woman being tainted by others. Amelia Shaw is the best example. So what if the Young Master liked her? So what if she eventually gave up her dignity and tried every manipulative trick in the book to please him? He still didn’t want her in the end, did he? Amelia Shaw’s fate will be Sophie Sullivan’s fate. I’m waiting for that day to come. If that day takes too long, I don’t mind lending a hand to make it arrive sooner.

Sophie Sullivan’s patience had run out. It seems she won’t shed a tear until she sees the coffin.

”If that’s the case, then our game begins now.”

Sophie petted Gabriel’s smooth mane and patted its head. ”Gabriel, it’s time for you to perform!”

Gabriel neighed and broke into a gallop.

Minimus Hart stood rooted to the spot. As Gabriel pulled the rope on the ground taut, a tremendous force yanked her forward.

She scrambled to run, but the rough rope dug into her wrists, her skin burning with excruciating pain.

Gabriel’s speed was like a white lightning flash.

After only a few seconds of running, Minimus Hart was pulled off her feet and dragged across the ground.

”AHH—!” The maid, watching from a distance, screamed in terror.