Chapter 1192 - 1194: Do You Think He Will Spare You?

Sophie’s body leaned forward, eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Andres.

"What are you looking at?" Andres felt uneasy being stared at by her cold gaze.

"I’m looking to see if you’re even human. Do you think you’ve been fair to my Daddy? To Grandpa?"

Sophie clearly remembered that before Grandpa passed away, he handed the Onassis Group over to Daddy, while Andres received real estate property and 50 billion US dollars, plus the trust fund Grandpa gifted him, amounting to a significant sum altogether.

Sufficient to ensure that a family of three would be well-provided for over a lifetime.

Of course, this money was just a drop in the bucket compared to the Onassis Family’s almost infinite wealth.

This was the reason for Andres’s discontent.

Sophie didn’t dare to judge whether Grandpa’s actions back then were right or wrong, but regardless, the consequences fell upon her.

As the heir, she was naturally a thorn in Andres’s side.

For the sake of money, he didn’t hesitate to harm his own niece.

From the moment Andres targeted her, there remained only a simple enemy relationship between her and him.

Andres’s eye color flickered; since choosing this path, he was destined to carry a load of sins.

But he didn’t care!

"Cecilia, I advise you to cooperate obediently with me; otherwise, only you will suffer," Andres said, taking a sip of coffee, his gaze turning icy cold. "Young Master Shannon wants to marry Isabel. If he finds out Isabel was harmed by you, do you think he will spare you?"

Sophie shook her head with a laugh, mocking his stupidity, his naivety.

"Cecilia, now that things have come to this, I don’t want to pretend anymore. As long as you cooperate with me, I’ll ensure you live the rest of your life in comfort, happily as a Young Lady. But if you don’t cooperate, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

"Andres, have you ever wondered why Thomas Shannon could grow fond of Isabel in such a short length of time?"

A trace of pride crossed Andres’s face, "Naturally, because Isabel is charming enough to attract Young Master Shannon."

"Utter stupidity!"

Sophie stood up, looking down at Andres’s smug face, cruelly shattering all his illusions, "Do you know who saved me from the asylum back then? It was Thomas Shannon who saved me, who healed my voice and face that you destroyed. Do you really think your daughter Isabel, with her lack of substance and water for brains, charm Thomas Shannon?"

Andres was petrified, unable to believe what he heard.

So... it was Thomas Shannon who saved Cecilia?

Thus, thus...

Andres dared not think deeper; the more he thought, the more terrified he became. If Cecilia wasn’t lying, then...

"Isabel is just a stand-in. You should thank the doctor who reshaped her face to look like mine."

Sophie leaned in, staring at Andres, speaking word by word, coldly and unfeelingly, "That deal, you can keep dreaming."

Leaving behind Andres, who was too shocked to collect himself for a long time, Sophie left the restaurant.

......

Shannons’ Manor.

Cheryl Chew awoke quietly, seeing the bright light outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, realizing a new day had begun.

She struggled to get out of bed, and downstairs, Thomas Shannon sat on the sofa, flipping through the file.

"Brother Shannon..."