Pampered by My Secret Husband

”Isn’t it just a meeting with her? Would Lillian Spencer really eat me?” Sophie Sullivan lowered the car window, her beautiful eyes coldly looking at the guards, ”Lead the way.”

”Okay, Miss Sullivan.” The guard nodded, then got into the fleet of the Presidential Mansion, with the mansion’s fleet leading the way.

Sophie signaled the man in black to follow, but he still had concerns, ”Young Madam, Miss Lillian Spencer’s intentions are not pure. It’s dangerous for you to go so easily to the appointment.”

”If she really wants to deal with me, would she be so blatant and leave evidence for you to catch?” Sophie rested one hand on her forehead, ”Follow along.”

”Yes, Young Madam.”

At K Group Headquarters, in the President’s Office.

Charlie River had just hung up the phone and immediately came to Thomas Shannon’s side, ”Young Master, there’s trouble, Lillian Spencer has invited the Young Madam away.”

”What?” The man, who was genuinely focused on reviewing the files, suddenly lifted his head, his cold eyes shooting out a chill.

”Lillian Spencer intercepted the Young Madam’s fleet on the way and invited her for a meeting, and she agreed.”

Bang!

Thomas Shannon slapped the pen in his hand onto the tabletop, stood up abruptly, and walked out quickly, ”Where are they now?”

Charlie River immediately followed, ”In a cafe.”

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The cafe had already been cleared, with gentle and melodious music lingering in the air.

Lillian Spencer, her skin tanned to a honey color, looked increasingly healthy and vibrant. She sat down first, making a gesture of invitation, ”Miss Sullivan, please sit.”

Sophie sat opposite her, her body leisurely leaning against the chair back, ”What did Miss Lillian Spencer go to such great lengths to find me for?”

”It’s not much, just a little suggestion.” Lillian Spencer ordered a coffee and pushed the menu in front of Sophie, ”What would Miss Sullivan like to drink?”

”Purified water.”

Lillian Spencer’s lips hooked with an ambiguous expression, ’Snap,’ she closed the menu and raised an eyebrow, ”Is Miss Sullivan worried I might drug you?”

”Is Miss Lillian Spencer that kind of person?” Sophie replied with a question instead, both wearing friendly masks on their faces.

Underneath their eyes, a stormy sea that only they knew.

Lillian laughed softly, her shoulders slightly shrugged, ”Miss Sullivan, you are really amusing.”

The waiter served the coffee and purified water and quickly withdrew.

Sipping the coffee, Lillian’s gaze fell on Sophie’s face. Compared to last time, she was even more dazzlingly beautiful at this meeting.

Her skin, delicate as if surrounded by a faint pearl-like glow, and her complexion enviably good.

She lazily supported her head with one hand, looking completely languid, like a cat that had eaten its fill of cat food and was dozing in the sun on an afternoon swing.

”I wonder if Miss Sullivan remembers me telling you before about a junior sister of mine who resembles you?”

Sophie thought briefly before realizing, her lips curved slightly, ”Isabel is your junior sister?”

”That’s right.”

Sophie sneered, ”Are you here for revenge for her?”

Lillian only smiled in silence.

Sophie sat up straight, flexing her fingers to tap twice on the tabletop, ”The current Isabel is nothing but a beaten dog, a prisoner. If Miss Lillian Spencer wants to help, it might be a bit challenging.”

”Miss Sullivan, you’ve misunderstood. I just wanted to tell you that my junior sister went to great lengths to contact me two days ago, hoping for my help.” Lillian took a sip of coffee, her expression quite intriguing.

”Will you help Isabel?” Sophie looked at her with keen interest.