Pampered by My Secret Husband

”Who knows how many people have used the women whom Young Master Shannon has used now? In your Country A’s words, she must be a slut, right?”

Slut?

The corner of Thomas Shannon’s mouth curled coldly, as he lifted his long leg and kicked Andres to the ground.

Before Andres could get up, the man stomped on his chest, looking down at him from a height, ”Andres, you are worse than a bastard.”

That was his own niece. How deep must the hatred be to take such a ruthless action.

To use the most insulting words to do all he can to smear her.

”Hahaha... If a person isn’t ruthless, it is hard to achieve anything.” To succeed, the first thing you must learn is to be heartless.

Only those who stand at the top can overlook all the beautiful scenery in the world and look down on the masses like ants.

What he wants is to be high above, to be an heir to an empire of wealth rivaling nations.

Thomas Shannon applied force underfoot, grinding Andres’ chest, watching his arrogant expression gradually turn into pain, he casually said, ”You reminded me, dealing with your daughter Isabel doesn’t require too many tricks. Just find some strong men, and have them play with her in rotation every day.”

Hearing his own daughter Isabel’s name, Andres was momentarily stunned, ”No...don’t!”

”Don’t?” Thomas Shannon stomped down hard, causing Andres to turn pale with pain, he laughed almost cruelly, ”Andres, on what basis do you ask me not to? Earlier, when you called Fennie a slut, weren’t you quite happy? Regretfully I must tell you, Fennie is the cleanest woman in this world. And your daughter will become the dirtiest woman in the world, how about that, surprised? Looking forward to it?”

”Thomas Shannon, you can’t do this!” Andres gasped heavily, his eyes widening in rage, ”I have no grudge against you, why are you targeting me? I’ll give you money, as much as you want, just let Isabel go, let her go!”

”Do I, Thomas Shannon, look like I lack money?” Thomas Shannon snorted coldly, the chill in his eyes flooded outward, ”Your daughter, your wife, will all become the dirtiest women in the world. This is the price you pay for hurting Fennie.”

Thomas Shannon couldn’t be bothered to look at Andres’ utterly helpless look again, he withdrew his foot, turned around and sat back on the sofa, waving his hand, ”Keep him here.”

”Yes, Young Master.”

Thomas Shannon took out a cigarette, his eye color darkened, but he wasn’t in a rush to light it, instead he fell into deep thought.

When the nicotine craving hits, it would be nice if Fennie were here.

More than smoking, he enjoyed kissing her.

That little scamp without a conscience, what’s she doing now?

Thomas Shannon went to the study room, turned on the computer, and started tapping into the surveillance system—

”Gaby, you can play a bit, but don’t bite Harry to death.”

”Meow!”

A tumultuous noise arose, prompting Thomas Shannon to lower the volume slightly to avoid irritating his eardrums.

What in the world is she doing?

Judging by Harry’s voice, seems like he’s taking quite a beating, thinking of Harry suffering on the front lines, Thomas Shannon silently decided to give Harry some dried small fish.

After a while, he seemed to hear the sound of a door opening.

”Dear, warm milk.”

”Thank you.”

”Do we need to be polite between us?”

Hearing this, Thomas Shannon snorted disdainfully, dear? Is it disgusting? Cheesy?