Chapter 1073: Chapter 1075: Did You Miss Me?
James Shannon disapprovingly knit his brows. He held Mrs. Shannon’s soft hand, pinched it lightly, and said thoughtfully, "You know that boy already has a girlfriend, yet you still sent Fit over. Won’t he be angry if he finds out?"
"That girlfriend has a fiance, you really want to see Lincoln become a mistress?"
Mrs. Shannon shook her head in disappointment, "Besides, Fit has wanted to be independent for a long time now, and it just so happened that she received an offer from A University. Fit is a good child and won’t trouble Lincoln."
"Alright, don’t be angry, I’m just saying, don’t take it to heart." James Shannon saw Mrs. Shannon about to get mad and started to pacify her immediately.
A once-prominent figure, reduced to a wife slave for over twenty years, the butler and servants had seen it all and were no longer surprised.
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South Pacific private island.
Sophie Sullivan woke up early in the morning, brushing her teeth in the restroom. Three days have passed, and the tattoo area on her chest still faintly hurt.
She pulled down her sleep gown, looked at the three ornate letters on her chest, and snorted in annoyance.
Now, not just the tattoo on her chest hurt, but she was also so angry that her heart, liver, and lungs hurt in unison.
After washing up, she changed into a fiery red skirt, her long hair lazily hanging down her waistline.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Sophie Sullivan hooked the corner of her mouth into a satisfied smile, impostor, it’s time to meet you.
Country F.
Lucifer was dining with Duke Charles and Duchess. Suddenly, Leo entered the restaurant with a smile, "Your Highness."
"Speak."
"Your Highness, Miss Cecilia Branford has arrived," Leo said with a smile.
The Duchess set down the knife and fork, picked up the napkin, and wiped the corner of her mouth in surprise, "Leo, you said Cecilia has come?"
"Yes, Madam, Miss Cecilia Branford has come."
Lucifer was still wondering whether it was the impostor or Cecilia Branford, when Sophie Sullivan had already entered the restaurant familiarly.
Inside the palace style restaurant, the light of the crystal lamp scattered a room full of golden light.
Under the lamp light, Sophie’s face was astonishingly exquisite and breathtakingly beautiful.
The fiery red skirt further highlighted her snow-like skin, dazzlingly gorgeous.
"Uncle Charles, Auntie, have you missed me?"
Sophie warmly stepped forward, hugged Duke Charles, and then embraced the Duchess, her cheek intimately rubbed against the Duchess’s face.
The Duchess couldn’t believe this was Cecilia, she excitedly kissed her tender cheek, held her face, tears filling her eye sockets, "Dear Cecilia, have you remembered Auntie? Your voice has recovered?"
The Duchess was overwhelmingly joyous that her Cecilia had returned; not only remembering her, but her voice had also recovered.
Sophie was momentarily stunned, then frustratedly knocked her head, "Auntie, I haven’t had dinner yet, how about I sit and eat while we talk?"
"Look at me, I’m too excited, Cecilia, quickly sit down."
Lucifer raised his hand, touched Sophie’s head, "Dear, you’re in a good mood today, did something happy happen?"
The servant added a set of tableware, Sophie took a sip of thick soup, and gradually said, "It’s too boring being on the isle, so I came out to have some fun."
Lucifer pondered on what this so-called fun meant, and Duke Charles spoke up, "Cecilia, is there something you and Lucifer are hiding from us?"
Being a duke, Sophie briefly talked about her experiences.
