Chapter 1072: Chapter 1074: Brother Shannon, Don’t Get the Wrong Idea
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On the private jet.
Charlie River looked at Thomas Shannon, who was flipping through a file. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Young Master, you’ve just left like this. Aren’t you afraid Sophie Sullivan will forget you while being with Lucifer?"
The man paused his gaze on the file, then chuckled softly, "She hates me too much to forget."
Even if she wants to forget me, the tattoo on her chest will remind her whose woman she is.
In this lifetime, Sophie Sullivan will never forget Thomas Shannon.
The tattoo on her chest still caused a lingering pain; Thomas Shannon picked up the wine glass and took a sip of red wine.
He put down the file and turned towards the lounge in the aft cabin, "I’m exhausted, don’t disturb me for anything."
"Yes, Young Master."
Country A, returning to the manor.
As Thomas Shannon stepped into the castle, a graceful figure greeted him, "Brother Shannon, you’re back."
Thomas Shannon paused his movements of unbuttoning his shirt button, his brow instinctively furrowing, "Cheryl Chew, what are you doing here?"
Cheryl Chew tilted her head slightly, nervously twisting her fingers, "Godmother asked me to check on you. I brought you flower tea personally made by Godmother. Would you like to try it?"
"No need." Thomas Shannon replied expressionlessly, turning to Charlie River, "Charlie, prepare to send Cheryl back."
"Yes, Young Master."
Charlie River immediately prepared the car for the man in black, while Cheryl Chew noticed and nervously grabbed his shirt sleeves, gently tugging twice like a discarded kitten, pitifully, "Brother Shannon, please don’t send me away, okay? I’ve received a musical employment offer from A University. I want to be a music teacher there."
"Whose idea was this?"
Cheryl Chew raised a hand, well-behaved, "It was my idea. I’m not young anymore and can’t always rely on Godmother. I want to be independent and find a job I’m capable of."
"Can’t the Shannon Family support you?" Thomas Shannon’s eye color darkened, refusing a life of comfort for the experience.
Don’t come crying later.
Cheryl Chew shook her head like a rattle-drum, puffing her cheek, "I didn’t mean that, Brother Shannon. Don’t misunderstand, I just... want to put what I’ve learned to use. I can be not only a music teacher but also an art teacher. I can’t let Godmother’s nurturing go to waste."
Thomas Shannon: "..."
Afraid that he wouldn’t agree, Cheryl Chew tugged at his sleeve again, "Brother Shannon, Godmother has already agreed. You wouldn’t object, would you?"
"Let go."
Thomas Shannon rubbed his forehead in frustration, Cheryl Chew happily let go and dashed into the kitchen, "I’ll make you flower tea!"
Thomas Shannon phoned Mrs. Shannon, asking whose idea was it. Mrs. Shannon said, "Lincoln, Cheryl is an understanding child. She says she wants to be independent, so let her go with it. Young people can’t always stay at home like me; she needs to adapt to society and make friends. Cheryl is in Imperial City; you need to take care of her and not bully her anymore, got it?"
"How should I take care of her?" Thomas Shannon furrowed his brow, "Should I assign her a butler, would that work?"
Mrs. Shannon laughed angrily, "Try joking with me like this again?"
"Always causing me trouble," Thomas Shannon sighed, "Fine, I got it."
Hanging up the phone, Mrs. Shannon looked at James Shannon beside her, "Success, Lincoln has agreed to let Cheryl stay."
