Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 535 - 538: So, you’re risking your life?

As they were messing around, the mobile phone on the bedside table rang once. It was a message.

Sophie nudged him. "Your phone."

Thomas Shannon stretched out his arm, took the mobile phone, and opened the message.

Sophie leaned in, curious. The message was an MMS, its content simple: just one photo.

In the photo, George Stanford was tied to a chair. One hand rested on the armrest, blurred with bloodstains...

Sophie shuddered, her drowsiness vanishing instantly. "It’s Frank Mitchell..."

Why would he send a photo of Old Mr. Standford in the dead of night? What on earth does he want?

Old Mr. Standford’s hand, the one he performs surgery with—it absolutely mustn’t be harmed!

Her sleepiness completely gone, Sophie shot up, snatched the mobile phone, and dialed the number.

Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened, and he sat up too. He reached for the mobile phone, but Sophie turned aside; the call had already connected.

"Frank Mitchell, what do you mean by this?"

Frank Mitchell raised an eyebrow, surprised it was Sophie calling. He chuckled softly. "Little maniac, I believe you understand my meaning perfectly well."

"If you have a problem, direct it at me! Don’t hurt innocent people!"

"Is George Stanford innocent? No. Once he’s involved with you people, he’s not entirely innocent."

Thomas Shannon’s hand was already in front of her, his intention clear.

Sophie clutched the mobile phone, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Frank Mitchell, what exactly do you want?"

"Come to Country J. You personally come and take George Stanford. Remember, you come alone." Frank Mitchell’s inscrutable laughter sounded somewhat eerie in the silent night. "If you dare to bring anyone, both of George Stanford’s hands will be ruined."

Sophie’s expression was impassive. "Alright. I agree."

"Good. I’ll be waiting for you." Frank Mitchell chuckled and hung up the phone.

Sophie put down the mobile phone and looked up at Thomas Shannon’s furious expression. "Frank Mitchell told me to go to Country J to get Old Mr. Standford. If I don’t do as he says, he’ll ruin both of Old Mr. Standford’s hands."

Old Mr. Standford’s life and both his hands were vital for her face.

Sophie felt she had no choice but to agree to Frank Mitchell’s demand.

Thomas Shannon’s expression was dark, his eyes as cold as if they were forged in ice. "So, you’re just going to risk yourself?"

Sophie lowered her head, her waterfall-like hair cascading over her shoulders and onto her chest.

"If I don’t save Old Mr. Standford, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life." Sophie offered a small smile, slowly raising her head. "Don’t worry. I have my own ways to deal with Frank Mitchell."

"No."

Thomas Shannon stated, leaving no room for argument.

His single word cut off whatever Sophie was about to say next.

Sophie wasn’t ready to give up. She grabbed Thomas Shannon’s hand, her gaze stubborn yet filled with a confident and resolute sparkle. "Frank Mitchell knows I want to get away from you; he’ll naturally believe me. I’ll pretend to cooperate with him. After I rescue Old Mr. Standford, you can come and get me."

Sophie gazed into his cold eyes. "Hmm?"

Thomas Shannon raised his hand, gently caressing her swollen, dark red lips. "Can you guarantee you’ll be safe?"

What kind of person was Frank Mitchell? She didn’t know him well, but he himself was certainly no stranger to the man. His inexplicable targeting of Thomas upon returning to the country this time had already aroused Thomas Shannon’s suspicions. If it was because of Amelia Shaw, then why had Frank Mitchell collaborated with her, having Amelia Shaw work as an inside agent to steal K Group’s secrets? So, it could be concluded that Amelia Shaw wasn’t the reason. Their only known connection was Amelia Shaw; there were no other interactions between them. Frank Mitchell’s hatred and targeting of him seemed to come out of nowhere. He wouldn’t let her rashly put herself in danger when her safety couldn’t be guaranteed.

"I can." Sophie smiled, then wrapped her arms around his neck, lowered her voice, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Thomas Shannon’s expression was complex, the look in his eyes shifting repeatedly. Finally, under Sophie’s insistent urging, he reluctantly agreed.

Lucifer arrived in Imperial City, Country A; it was already deep at night.

He gazed at the neon lights outside the car window, the corners of his lips curving upwards. "Cecilia, I’ve come."

Upon arriving at his hotel, Leo relayed the messages from the attendants stationed outside Shannons’ Manor.

"Master, this is Miss Cecilia Branford’s itinerary for today. She went to the shopping centre and afterwards to a young woman’s residence," Leo reported. "Perhaps they are friends."