Chapter 1196 - 1198: Find Out Who She Met Today

He stood at the bath chamber entrance, unintentionally eavesdropping, but the word Lucifer made him stop in his tracks.

"Lucifer, Andres thinks Thomas Shannon likes Isabel. Isn’t that ridiculous?"

Lucifer’s voice was amused, almost doting, "How could Andres have such a ridiculous thought?"

"He told me that now I occupy Isabel’s identity, so Thomas Shannon likes Isabel, meaning I’m taking advantage of Isabel. He also warned me to cooperate obediently, or else when Thomas Shannon finds out the truth, he won’t spare me."

Sophie Sullivan laughed as she spoke, "Andres is truly ridiculous. He doesn’t even consider who Isabel is impersonating. I am Cecilia, and his Isabel is nothing. Even if she transforms into my likeness, she cannot become the real Cecilia."

After a pause, Sophie Sullivan’s voice lowered, "Lucifer, I have already told Andres the whole story, and I worry that he will tell Thomas Shannon... What should I do?"

It was all her impulsiveness to blame, telling Andres that Thomas Shannon saved her and helped her with her voice and appearance.

If Andres accidentally slips up or deliberately asks Thomas Shannon to verify her identity, won’t she be doomed?

Thomas Shannon, who despised her and wanted her gone, is now even thinking of marrying Isabel. To him, Sophie is surely a blemish on his life?

At that time, he might not even wait for Andres to speak before selling that batch of unmanned combat aircraft to him.

Sophie Sullivan’s worry was not unfounded, Lucifer pondered for a moment, smiling as he reassured, "Cecilia, later I will send you some interesting photos and videos. Present them well to Andres. Let him keep his mouth shut when he needs to."

A cunning gleam flashed across Sophie Sullivan’s eyes, her red lips curving, "Are they Isabel’s photos?"

"Of course." Lucifer said dotingly, "Cecilia, you will surely be delighted to see them."

"Hurry, hurry and send them to me."

Thomas Shannon could no longer bear to listen, he turned away and quietly left the bedroom.

He left the suite as if he had never been there.

"Charlie River."

In the corridor, he lowered his head and lit one cigarette, his handsome face clouded, with a gloom that repelled anything warm.

Charlie River immediately responded, "Young Master, I am here."

Thomas Shannon lifted his head, thin lips released a smoke ring, the white smoke rose into the air, gradually vanishing.

Those deep, cold eyes, like a bottomless cold-pool, gleamed with a chilling light, "Investigate and find out who she met today."

"Yes, Young Master."

Thomas Shannon did not linger, he left the Golden Wing Palace.

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William Guillen slept in the lounge at the company till night, and only returned home after waking up.

It was already deep at night, and Mrs. Guillen had long since retired.

He asked the night-shift servant to prepare a simple midnight snack, washed up inside bedroom, went downstairs to eat the midnight snack, watched a boring movie, and finally returned to the bedroom to rest.

It was only the next day, when his biological clock woke him, that he picked up his mobile phone to find it had been off the whole time.

Once turned on, a text message appeared on the screen.

The text was from Fluffy Zane, and the time was last night.

Though it was a simple sentence, he immediately focused on the fact she had leg pain.

William Guillen abruptly sat upright and immediately called Fluffy Zane, leg pain?

How could there possibly be leg pain without reason?