Chapter 1205 - 1207: Young Master, the maniac has already left...

Thomas Shannon was skeptical, "Really?"

"Of course it’s true, why would I lie to you?" Saying that, Sophie Sullivan lifted the silk quilt, got out of bed, and went into the restroom to wash up.

Closing the door, Sophie Sullivan let out a sigh of relief, thankful for her quick reaction.

If Thomas Shannon had asked about what happened last night, she would have been too embarrassed to speak.

Thomas Shannon sat up, his gaze fixed heavily on the restroom door, then he hooked his lips into a smile and shook his head helplessly.

Sophie Sullivan had just poured a cup of water when the restroom door was pushed open. Thomas Shannon stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, squinting at her, "Did nothing really happen last night?"

"Of course nothing happened, or do you think something did?" Sophie Sullivan stiffened her small neck, adamantly denying it all.

What a joke; how could she let him know what happened last night? That would be like confessing without being interrogated.

She wouldn’t do something so foolish.

"How do I remember someone saying she was my Fennie..."

Sophie Sullivan’s tooth-brushing paused, "Were you dreaming?"

"Cecilia, do you know Fennie?"

Sophie Sullivan took a deep breath, "I don’t know."

"But I heard your Uncle say you have a nickname called Fennie, so how could you not know?"

"I..." Sophie Sullivan was speechless. She spat out the foam from her mouth, rinsed, then looked up at him, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"What happened last night, I remember it all here." Thomas Shannon raised his hand and pointed his slender index finger at his head.

Sophie Sullivan’s small face darkened, "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

She quickly walked out, and as she brushed past him, he firmly grabbed her wrist.

"Let go."

"Where are you going?"

"None of your business."

"Cecilia, don’t forget, you still need my help."

Sophie Sullivan turned her head, looking at him, and smiled coldly, "Yes, I needed your help before; I wanted you to sell those unmanned combat aircraft to my Uncle. But I found you to be domineering, dictatorial, and unbearably overbearing. Now I’m tired of it, so I don’t plan to ask for your help anymore, any problem with that?"

"Rest assured, I will naturally fulfill what I’ve promised you." Thomas Shannon leaned down, his thin lips close to her ear, and wickedly said, "Those unmanned combat aircraft, I will sell them to your Uncle."

Sophie Sullivan’s whole body stiffened, this bastard!

Thomas Shannon laughed lightly, walked into the restroom to wash up.

While he was washing up, Sophie Sullivan immediately changed out of her sleep gown. She quickly left the suite, and contacted Derek Clark to take Andres and head back to Country F immediately.

She took Andres away; she didn’t believe he could sign a contract with anyone and sell those weapons to anyone!

Thomas Shannon came out of the restroom and received a phone call from Mrs. Shannon, rubbing his forehead in annoyance and explaining several times.

The phone call ended, more than 10 minutes had passed.

Thomas Shannon turned and left the bedroom, looked around, and didn’t see Sophie Sullivan’s figure.

He frowned, opened the door, his cold eyes carrying a hint of hostility as he looked at the man in black in the corridor, "Where is the maniac?"

"Young Master, the maniac has already left..."

At this time, Charlie River called, "Young Master, the maniac took Andres to the airport, they are now heading back to Country F."

"Stop her for me!" Thomas Shannon roared in a low and angry voice.

He turned back into the bedroom to change clothes; in less than 2 minutes, the man dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, with a cold stern face, hurriedly walked out.

Imperial City International Airport.