Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 539 - 542: Go Find Cecilia Branford

After leaving Thomas Shannon, who was Cecilia Branford looking for in Country J this time?

Lucifer furrowed his brows slightly. "Have you found out who brought her here?"

"Master, it’s a man named Frank Mitchell from Country A."

A citizen of Country A? Is he the same as Thomas Shannon?

Lucifer’s eyes were filled with doubt. "Go to the hotel to find Cecilia Branford."

"Yes, Master."

「Hotel suite.」

Sophie Sullivan stared at Frank Mitchell. "I want to see George Stanford."

"I’ve told you there’s no rush. When it’s time for you to meet him, you’ll naturally have the chance to see him."

Frank Mitchell’s tone and demeanor made Sophie realize that he would never let her see George Stanford so easily.

That’s true.

When she came to Country J, she had already prepared herself for a long battle.

No matter what tricks Frank Mitchell wanted to play, she would see it through to the end.

If he dared to hurt George Stanford, she would never let him off!

"You’d better make sure that George Stanford isn’t in any danger. Otherwise, our collaboration is over." Sophie coldly withdrew her gaze, then got up and walked out.

Frank Mitchell grabbed her shoulder with one hand and twisted her body back. "Where are you going?"

"Of course I’m leaving. Do you want me to stay and keep you company?" Sophie sarcastically pried his hand off her shoulder.

Frank Mitchell’s eyes were deep and profound, a hidden desire flickering within them. "That’s a great idea."

"Sorry, I have no interest in that idea at all."

Sophie turned to leave. Behind her, Frank Mitchell’s voice carried a faint hint of a smile. "Your room is right next door. Don’t go too far."

"I just arrived in Country J. I want to go out and explore."

Frank Mitchell immediately signaled to the man standing at the doorway. "You’re unfamiliar with Country J. I’ll have someone guide you. That way, you won’t get lost and be unable to find me."

Sophie remained silent. He should just admit he wants to monitor me.

Without a word, Sophie stepped out of the suite.

The two men who had escorted her to Frank Mitchell indeed followed her, accompanying her into the elevator.

With two tails behind her, she felt rather uncomfortable.

When the elevator reached the hotel’s main hall, Sophie glanced sideways at the two expressionless men. "I’ve had too much tea. I’m going to the restroom."

"I’ll take you there," one of the men replied stiffly, giving her no chance to slip away.

Sophie scoffed, her expression turning cold. "It’s just the restroom. Are you really going to follow me in there? Did Frank Mitchell tell you to do this?"

"Mister didn’t."

"Then stay right there!" She lowered her voice and scolded them coldly.

She went to the hotel staff, asked for directions to the restroom, thanked them, and walked towards it.

Although the two men did not follow closely, they kept their distance, careful not to lose sight of her.

The feeling of being watched, like thorns at her back, was extremely unpleasant.

From behind her, Sophie heard the sound of rhythmic and forceful footsteps approaching.

She had barely turned her head when she found herself facing a pair of icy blue eyes.

The owner of these eyes seemed to hold an entire ocean within them—as clear as an unpolluted isle, utterly pure.

The shimmering light in them was like sunlight pouring onto the sea surface, casting a sparkling expanse of golden shards.

In her moment of astonishment, the man’s scarlet thin lips curved into a smile, his gaze intense, as if locked onto her. With his long, elegant legs, he approached her steadily.

The man closed in, right in front of her.