Chapter 1358 - 1360: No Need, Don’t Force Him

He concluded that Edward Benson must have been detained by her; otherwise, he wouldn’t have vanished.

Even Isla Stanley was nowhere to be found, indicating that it must be related to Lillian Spencer.

Especially with her being so sure of herself, Thomas Shannon was even more convinced it was her.

In the entire Country A, in the entire Imperial City, only Lillian Spencer, Your Excellency’s young Lady, would have the ability to quietly abduct Edward Benson and Isla Stanley.

Lillian Spencer chuckled and clapped her hands, "Alright, since Young Master Shannon insists on searching, if I refuse, it will seem suspicious of me. You all, take Young Master Shannon to search, and don’t miss any place."

The guards responded in unison.

"Young Master Shannon, please come with us."

Thomas Shannon coldly glanced at Lillian Spencer, his brows furrowing more tightly; she was so sure he wouldn’t find them—could it be that they’ve already been moved by her, not in the Presidential Mansion?

No matter whether they are here or not, he must thoroughly search.

"Well then, thank you, Miss Lillian Spencer." Thomas Shannon turned his head and said to Charlie River in a deep voice, "Charlie, send people immediately to search! Don’t leave out a single corner!"

"Yes, Young Master!"

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Country S.

These few days, Liam Donald’s sleep time has been less than six hours almost every day.

To prove he didn’t plagiarize, he started from multiple approaches, but the opposition was clearly prepared.

In the ways he could think of, every avenue was already blocked.

Without finding proof, it can only be concluded that he plagiarized.

For Liam Donald, someone passionate about design, this was a great humiliation!

Normally reserved and quiet, Liam Donald has become even more reticent recently, as if shrouded in gloom, with hardly a smile on his face.

Sophie Sullivan’s arrival caught Liam Donald’s secretary off guard; the two encountered each other in the hotel’s corridor.

The secretary quietly reminded Liam Donald by his side, "Young Master, this is Miss Cecilia Branford."

Liam Donald, with eyes like a still pool without ripples, finally lifted them, looking at Sophie Sullivan, "Miss Cecilia Branford, it’s been a long time."

Sophie Sullivan fixed her gaze on Liam Donald, watching intently—this was Liam Donald, a reserved, genteel, yet deeply distant man.

Perhaps it was this sense of distance that aroused her conquest desire, wanting to make him submit to her, for him to become her man.

Sophie Sullivan took a deep breath inwardly, "Liam, I have something to tell you."

Liam Donald furrowed his brow; he had matters to attend to, not a moment could be delayed.

Work-first Liam Donald knitted his brows, and his mind rapidly made the decision, "I’m sorry, Miss Cecilia Branford, I have matters to attend to and can’t talk with you right now."

The secretary wiped a bead of sweat, explaining, "Miss Cecilia Branford, Young Master has run into some troubles lately, and he’s busy with affairs now, please excuse us."

Sophie Sullivan certainly knew the trouble he was in, and she happened to know its creator.

Before she could speak, Liam Donald politely nodded and quickly walked past her.

Sophie Sullivan turned around, watching his tall back gradually move out of her sight.

She drooped her head; just like that he left, so who would she discuss the dissolution of betrothal with?

The bodyguard saw her forlorn look, "Miss Cecilia Branford, shall we bring Young Master Liam Donald back?"

"No, don’t force him."

After all, dissolving the engagement is no small matter; she needs to sit down with him and properly discuss it, and apologize.