Chapter 1078: Chapter 1080: If Brother Shannon Doesn’t Like It, Forget It
A busy tone came from the other end of the mobile phone.
Sophie Sullivan, in disbelief, put down the mobile phone and glanced at it. Seeing the call had ended, she dared to confirm that Thomas Shannon, that damned fellow, had actually hung up on her.
Good job, Thomas Shannon. Just great!
Since that’s the case, there’s nothing more to say.
It’s time for them to end it here, a clean break.
Anyway, what she owed him had been repaid by being forced to tattoo it over her heart.
Now they owe each other nothing.
Thomas Shannon put down the mobile phone, his cold eyes displeased as he looked at Cheryl Chew, "Who let you in?"
"Brother Shannon, I knocked just now. You didn’t hear it, so I came in myself..." Sensing his anger, Cheryl Chew awkwardly lowered her head and timidly glanced at him, "I’m sorry, Brother Shannon. I won’t do it again next time."
Thomas Shannon withdrew his gaze, "Don’t let it happen again."
Hearing this, knowing he had forgiven her, Cheryl Chew grinned and placed freshly baked crispy pastries from the tray onto his desk, "Brother Shannon, I just made these crispy pastries. Try them and see if you like them."
"I don’t like them."
"They’re not too sweet, just have a taste." Cheryl Chew pouted and refused to leave.
Thomas Shannon closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "Cheryl Chew."
Cheryl Chew jumped back like a little bunny, "I get it, I get it, Brother Shannon doesn’t like them, forget it. Oh no, time’s almost up. I have to go back to A University. Bye, Brother Shannon!"
Charlie River was about to head to the study room, but before he could knock, the study door opened, and Cheryl Chew ran out.
"Oh, Charlie, are you here to see Brother Shannon?"
"Miss Fit, yes, I’m here to see the Young Master."
Cheryl Chew stuffed a tray with a plate of crispy pastries into Charlie River’s hands, "I made these myself. Try them and see if they’re good."
Charlie River looked at the crispy pastries in his hand, caught between laughter and tears, "Well, thank you, Miss Fit."
"You’re welcome, I’m off then, goodbye!"
Watching Cheryl Chew’s retreating figure, Charlie River smiled and shook his head. Miss Fit was still so full of energy.
He knocked on the door, and upon getting permission, Charlie River entered the study room.
"Young Master." Charlie River handed over a cowhide paper bag, "This is what our people have found."
Thomas Shannon opened the cowhide paper bag, took out the documents inside, looked at them for a while, and then laughed, "I thought she’d kill the imposter, but she turned out to be quite rational."
"The maniac hasn’t fully recovered her memory yet, so she’s not in a hurry to deal with the imposter. However, after this scare, the imposter has been frightened out of his wits and hasn’t shown up for a few days."
Thomas Shannon put down the documents and tapped lightly on the table surface with his index finger. His handsome face showed no emotion, "Keep monitoring. Report any situation to me immediately."
"Yes, Young Master!"
After a slight pause, Charlie River, holding a plate of crispy pastries, asked with a smile, "Young Master, would you like to try some? These were handmade by Miss Fit."
"Are you very idle?" Thomas Shannon leaned his body against the chair back, glancing at him sideways.
Charlie River, embarrassed, took a step back, "No, Young Master, it’s just a token of Miss Fit’s regard. Please try it... Young Master, I was wrong!"
Under Thomas Shannon’s sharp-blade-like gaze, Charlie River immediately lowered his head to admit his mistake.
Anyway, it’s a token of Miss Fit’s regard. Tasting a bit wouldn’t be wasting her regard...
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The imposter has been hiding in the Onassis Old Castle, whether out of fear or genuinely being terrified.
