Pampered by My Secret Husband

When he realized he could no longer lose her, her words, eager to sever ties, were undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

Thomas Shannon was not a magnanimous person; he wouldn’t let her leave, and certainly wouldn’t let her be involved with any other man.

She could only be his; her entire body was branded with the mark of Thomas Shannon.

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”Your Highness, Thomas Shannon has already left the borders of Country F. We don’t know where he is now.” Leo’s back was soaked with sweat.

Lucifer, sitting on the sofa, held his hand on his forehead, eyes closed, and his thin lips tightly pressed.

The expression on his face was indecipherable, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Leo only felt an invisible pressure closing in on him, ”Your Highness, Thomas Shannon’s private jet was custom-made for him by K Group as a military-style private jet. If he wants to hide his whereabouts, unless we use satellite searches, there’s no way we can track him with our resources.”

To use satellite searches, collaboration with the military is required.

Thomas Shannon is an arms dealer, and K Group handles nearly half of the world’s advanced arms equipment.

This means, with Thomas Shannon’s capabilities, unless military power is used, it’s difficult to track him if he wishes to remain hidden.

Even for Duke Charles, using military power is not permitted.

Lucifer now desperately wanted to strangle the imposter; if it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t have been delayed for such a long time.

If it hadn’t been for that delay, he could have intercepted Thomas Shannon en route.

Once intercepted within Country F’s borders, Lucifer would have the ability to control him and snatch Cecilia from his hands.

What a pity... being tied down by the imposter, he missed the best opportunity.

Thomas Shannon obviously came prepared, and this time, he probably planned from the start to take Cecilia away.

Damn it!

With Cecilia in his hands, her situation must be very dangerous.

Lucifer began to worry about Sophie Sullivan’s circumstances...

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After waking up, Sophie Sullivan found the surroundings unfamiliar.

The minimalist black, white, and gray decor was simple and restrained, clearly indicating a man’s bedroom.

A black shirt was casually thrown on the sofa, and the sound of running water was coming from the bath chamber.

Sophie struggled to sit up and found her hands were still handcuffed. The only difference was that a tie had been carefully wrapped around the cold, hard handcuffs.

When they hit her wrist, they didn’t hurt as much.

Barefoot, she quietly opened the door. As soon as the bedroom door was slightly ajar, she saw the man in black standing in the corridor.

The man in black also saw her, ”Maniac, without the Young Master’s orders, you can’t go anywhere.”

”Madman!” Sophie slammed the door shut in anger and frustration.

Just as she turned around, she noticed that the bath chamber door had somehow been opened, and the man was standing with only a bath towel loosely draped around his waist.

His well-built physique, clearly defined chest, and abs were all on full display.