Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 538 - 541: Master, I found it!

RIP—

The sound of tearing fabric filled the air.

Sophie Sullivan was furious. Her collar was already ripped open, revealing a black lace bra underneath.

"Frank Mitchell," she said, struggling to control her fury, her voice dangerously calm, "if you let go of me now, I can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, don’t blame me."

Frank Mitchell’s gaze fell on her smooth, pale skin. "So," he mused, "you’re hiding weapons on you? Let me find out where."

Before his hand could touch Sophie Sullivan’s collarbone, she had already snatched the tea knife from the tea table. He had used it for making tea just moments before. Now, Sophie Sullivan clutched it, its sharp point pressed firmly against Frank Mitchell’s neck.

His carotid artery was inches away.

Everyone froze, Frank Mitchell included. She had been scanned by the security detector, and it hadn’t registered any metal. He had let his guard down, not expecting her to be so volatile.

This temperament was the polar opposite of Amelia Shaw’s. It was hard to imagine that Thomas Shannon, after being fond of a woman like Amelia Shaw, could be captivated by a maniac like this one.

A bright, audacious smile touched Sophie Sullivan’s lips. "Want to continue, Frank Mitchell?"

If his hand so much as grazed her, her tea knife would plunge into his carotid artery. Neither would gain an advantage.

"Heh." Frank Mitchell chuckled, one eyebrow raised. He slowly lifted his hands, holding them in mid-air. "Calm down, maniac. I was just joking with you, Aiden Rock. Don’t take it so seriously."

"I’m sorry," Sophie Sullivan said, her voice cold, "but I don’t joke, nor do I appreciate being joked with."

Frank Mitchell kept smiling, his gaze intense. "Alright, I’ll remember that."

"So, have we reached an understanding?"

"Naturally."

Sophie Sullivan tossed the tea knife aside and sat down again, as if nothing had happened. "Alright, tell me, when are you taking me to see George Stanford?"

"No rush."

Frank Mitchell also sat down. Sipping his tea, his gaze remained fixed on Sophie Sullivan’s face, his expression deep and complex. "I’m curious," he said, "how did Thomas Shannon agree to let you come alone?"

Sophie Sullivan shrugged indifferently. "I told him George Stanford’s life or death is crucial to me. If anything happens to him, my face is a lost cause. So, I’m here to feign collaboration with you and then take George Stanford back."

"That straightforward?" Frank Mitchell’s probing gaze remained fixed on her.

"If we’re collaborating, there needs to be sincerity." Sophie Sullivan reiterated, "Does what you said before still count?"

"Which words?"

"Helping me leave Thomas Shannon."

Frank Mitchell rested his head on one hand. He suddenly found this woman difficult to comprehend. "Do you really want to leave Thomas Shannon?"

According to his intelligence, Thomas Shannon didn’t treat this woman poorly. So why would she want to leave?

Sophie Sullivan’s expression turned frigid in an instant, her beautiful eyes filled with icy frost. "Don’t forget, Thomas Shannon is the man who violated me. Could I possibly have any affection for a bastard who ravaged me?"

As she spoke, a flicker of deep-seated hatred flashed in her eyes.

Frank Mitchell mulled this over, remaining silent for a long while.

Sophie Sullivan sneered. "Frank Mitchell, I thought you were so formidable. Turns out you’re just a coward, afraid of Thomas Shannon!"

"No need to provoke me." Frank Mitchell sat up straight. "My word still stands."

"Master, I’ve found her. Miss Cecilia Branford was taken to this hotel." Leo, looking at the latest message, immediately turned to report to the man in the backseat.