Chapter 1206 - 1208: You Little Scamp, I Told You to Come Back

Under the escort of Derek and the guards, Sophie Sullivan stepped into the airport, and almost immediately, she was surrounded by men in black.

Sophie knew it wouldn’t be this easy to leave; she pressed her lips together in silence.

"Miss Cecilia Branford, you cannot leave temporarily." The man in black explained.

Andres laughed, his laughter growing more and more rampant, "Cecilia, take your uncle’s advice and go back to Golden Wing Palace."

There was still hope for this deal, so he wouldn’t give up.

As long as there was a one percent chance, he would continue to strive and never give up lightly.

Now, he seemed to see hope...

Sophie sneered, "Uncle, no matter how good Golden Wing Palace is, it’s not as good as our Country."

Don’t think she doesn’t know what he’s planning.

He wants to stay, nothing but for that batch of weapons. If Sophie lets him succeed easily, she might as well write Cecilia’s name backwards.

Leather shoes stepped on the floor, making rapid and rhythmic footsteps from far to near.

Sophie lifted her eyelids and saw a gloomy-faced man striding rapidly towards her.

Sophie pressed her lips together; Thomas Shannon took a few big steps to stand in front of her, clasping her shoulders and shaking her, "Tell me, where do you plan to escape this time? How long do you plan to run, tell me!"

The man’s furious voice was mixed with endless anger, and Sophie’s eardrums ached from his shouting. Her body was shaken to dizziness by him.

"Thomas Shannon, you..."

"Sophie, tell me, how many more times do you plan to run away?!"

Sophie raised her eyelids in shock. He... he knew it was her?

Thomas Shannon hooked the corner of his mouth into a cold, ruthless smile, "What, are you surprised that I recognized you?"

Sophie instinctively nodded. How could she not be surprised? All these days, he hadn’t noticed anything, so she naturally thought she had disguised herself perfectly.

Thomas Shannon gripped her delicate chin, speaking scornfully, "Sophie, even with my eyes closed, I can recognize your body. The plaster covering your tattoo came off a few times, and it was me who fixed it for you."

Sophie: "..."

So he knew her identity all along but pretended not to notice, making a fool out of her this whole time.

Here he goes again, here he goes again!

Thomas Shannon snorted coldly once more, with that fearless demeanor, responding with silence.

The fire burning in his chest grew stronger, and Thomas Shannon lowly roared, questioning, "Tell me, where else do you want to escape to!"

He’s yelling at her again, yelling at her again!

Sophie stiffened her little neck, glaring at him, "Weren’t you the one who told me to get lost? Now that I’m gone, why are you angry?"

"You little rascal, I told you to come back. Will you come back?!"

"Sorry, went too far." Sophie stubbornly flicked his hand away, turning her head to the side.

Thomas Shannon held her face, forcibly turning her head back, his cold eyes staring closely at her, "Say it again."

"Say it again, you told me to get lost, I went far, couldn’t come back..."

As soon as the words fell, the man sealed her lips with a kiss.

She was stunned, her eyes widened, and Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes stared fiercely at her, the two of them so close.

Andres, on the side, watched this scene unfold. From initially watching with a mindset of seeing a drama, to now being shocked, all kinds of emotions surfaced in his heart.

Shocked in disbelief, yet anxiously uneasy, not knowing what to do.

The way the two of them looked, they seemed extremely close.

It seems, Cecilia did not lie to him...

She indeed has a relationship with Thomas Shannon.