Chapter 1069: Chapter 1071: Thomas Shannon, How Do You Plan to Solve This?
Charlie River stiffened all over, immediately bowed his head respectfully, "Yes, Young Master. I will go find him immediately."
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At dinner time, Sophie Sullivan came downstairs, and Gaby rushed over, warmly rubbing against her.
Sophie raised her hand to push Gaby’s big head away a bit, "Gaby, how many times have I told you, no licking."
Gaby whimpered pitifully, nudged her with his head, and then jumped away.
Sophie clicked her tongue, "Are you still upset?"
Gaby circled around her, and Sophie chuckled softly. She looked around but didn’t see Thomas Shannon.
Perplexed, she called over a servant, her eye color slightly cold, "Where is Thomas Shannon?"
"To Miss Cecilia Branford, Young Master Shannon is upstairs." The servant answered respectfully.
"Tell him to come down for a meal."
No matter what, the fact that her voice and face could recover, he played a crucial role.
She and Lucifer arrived at the restaurant, and after taking their seats, a servant came to her side and said, "Miss Cecilia Branford, Young Master Shannon says he has no appetite and doesn’t want to eat."
In Sophie’s beautiful eyes, a radiant shine flowed, shimmering endlessly, "Let him be."
Lucifer waved his hand, and the servant withdrew.
"Cecilia, how do you plan to resolve things with Thomas Shannon?"
Since she had already regained quite a few memories, she must have been clear about her feelings towards Liam Donald.
Sophie drank some thick soup, her expression mild, "It’s impossible between him and me."
Lucifer hooked the corner of his lips, his mood was not just ordinary cheerful, "So how do you plan to deal with him?"
He couldn’t wait to see Thomas Shannon’s defeated look; that would definitely be an impressive scene.
"I will make him leave."
She was grateful to him and would repay him in other ways, but not with herself.
Upstairs, in the guest room.
Thomas Shannon received a call from Mrs. Shannon. Mrs. Shannon had received the painting, feeling both amused and angry, "Lincoln, did your father ask you to buy it?"
"Yes, you know father has always disliked your paintings to be left outside."
Mrs. Shannon was silent for a few seconds before asking concernedly, "Lincoln, are you feeling unwell?"
Noticing something was wrong with his mood, Mrs. Shannon was very worried.
"It’s nothing, I’m fine."
"Lincoln, you can tell Mum anything, Mum is your most faithful listener."
Thomas Shannon furrowed his brow slightly, speaking softly, "Mother, I’m really fine, no need to worry about me."
"Alright, take good care of yourself."
Mrs. Shannon hung up the phone but still wasn’t reassured; she called Charlie River again to inquire about the details.
Charlie River naturally dared not speak, mumbled ambiguously, and brushed off the matter.
Mrs. Shannon was very angry, she called in James Shannon, "Husband, I always feel something happened to Lincoln."
"What could happen to him?" James Shannon commented indifferently, "He’s an adult, has his own judgment, will take good care of himself, you don’t need to worry about him."
James Shannon disliked anyone distracting his wife’s attention, including his son.
Mrs. Shannon’s face tightened, "No, I want to know exactly what’s happening with Lincoln. Husband, why don’t you have someone investigate it."
Unable to refuse her, James Shannon could only nod and comply.
The next morning, Charlie River brought two tattoo artists.
"Young Master, the people you wanted are here." Charlie River looked toward the doorway, "Come in."
A male and female tattoo artist quickly came in with tools, "Hello, we’re looking forward to serving you."
"Hmm."
Thomas Shannon exuded an aura that warned others to keep their distance.
