Pampered by My Secret Husband

She was chatting with Autumn Johnson, annoyed that he called at the wrong time. After a few perfunctory words, she hung up on him.

Holding the mobile phone, Thomas Shannon’s handsome face was frightfully gloomy. He snorted coldly, ”You’ve grown bold!”

Daring to hang up on his call, she was bound to be beaten up when he got back!

Placing all the food on the tea table, Charlie River respectfully said, ”Young Master, please have lunch.”

Thomas Shannon got up, sat on the sofa, picked up a wet towel to clean his hands, then picked up the chopsticks.

After eating for a while, something occurred to him, and he asked, ”Have you tracked down the recent whereabouts of Frank Mitchell?”

After the last incident, Thomas Shannon specifically used James Shannon’s and Frank Mitchell’s hair for a DNA test. The two of them had absolutely no relation; they weren’t father and son at all.

He found it quite strange. Where did Frank Mitchell’s hatred come from?

Moreover, why did he believe that his lowly bloodline was from the Shannon family?

No matter what, as long as James Shannon hadn’t betrayed Mrs. Shannon, Thomas was at ease.

Speaking of Frank Mitchell, Charlie River also looked troubled, ”Young Master, Frank Mitchell is still at George Field’s old hideout and hasn’t shown up. He and George Field are like snakes and rats of a feather. It’s only natural that George Field shelters him. Plus, after last time when George Field and his son suffered a major setback at your hands, they’re just recuperating now and won’t let it go easily.”

George Field and his son Robert Stone nearly died in that explosion last time.

If it weren’t for their luck, Yamada Field would have collapsed by now.

It’s not easy to survive, and they won’t settle for it just like that.

The people from Country J have always been insidious and deceitful, with dark thoughts. Outwardly, they promote being a humble and polite nation, but in reality, they have a hypocritical bloodline.

Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, his dining movements still elegant and naturally noble, ”Even if you give George Field another life, he won’t be my match.”

Inside the manor.

There’s no denying it, Old Mr. Standford’s special medicine is truly miraculous!

Sophie Sullivan once again felt its power. In the restroom, she carefully removed the gauze, rubbing her face with one hand.

Smooth and delicate, her skin white as snow.

She gradually blinked, looking at the face in the mirror. Her cheek was smooth, with a lustrous sheen like white jade, flawless.

Her skin was so delicate that she could see the tiny hairs on her face, her fingertip gently caressing her face repeatedly.

Shocked, delighted, excited, elated...

All these emotions intertwined in her eyes, forming a burning gaze that stared straight at her face.

It’s so unbelievable!

She finally... regained her looks!

After experiencing ridicule, humiliation, going through three surgeries, and the painful recovery process, she finally achieved the result she wanted.

At this very moment, she was no longer the ugly Sophie Sullivan; she was herself, perfectly flawless.

She, Sophie Sullivan, was back!

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At 7:30 in the evening, the black Lincoln Fleet returned to the manor.

The fleet stopped in front of the fountain. The car doors opened, and the men in black got out, quickly and respectfully opening the car door.

Thomas Shannon stepped out of the car with long legs, quickly ascending the stairs and walking into the castle.

As soon as he stepped indoors, chubby Harry dashed towards him.

”Meow~” Harry pounced accurately at his master’s feet, using all four limbs to climb up along the trousers cuffs.

Thomas Shannon held Harry by the back of his neck with one hand.