Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 552 - 555: What is Your... Relationship?
The smell of gunpowder hung in the air, and the atmosphere was incredibly tense. Her words immediately broke the tension.
"Who considers *him* one of us?!"
"Who considers *him* one of us?!"
Thomas Shannon’s voice was cold, his expression disdainful.
Lucifer sneered, turning his handsome face towards Sophie Sullivan, looking utterly unconvinced.
The two men spoke in unison.
Their nearly growling voices made Sophie Sullivan’s eardrums ache. She glared angrily at Lucifer, then fiercely at Thomas Shannon. "I’ll count to three. If you don’t let go by then, you’ll both be sorry!"
"Three."
Lucifer pursed his lips, his deep blue eyes gazing at her with a wronged expression.
"Two."
Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes were filled with a sinister, hostile aura as they stared at her unblinkingly.
Sophie Sullivan’s face was taut, her expression cold, her red lips slightly parted. Just as she was about to utter the final "one," both men let go simultaneously.
Sophie Sullivan raised her wrist. A circular red mark was visible on her fair, smooth skin.
"Barbarians!" Lucifer exclaimed, his heart aching as he held Sophie Sullivan’s wrist, gently caressing the mark with his fingertips.
Thomas Shannon grabbed Lucifer’s shoulder. "Let go of her!"
Leo, agile and swift, flashed to Lucifer’s side, pointing a gun at Thomas Shannon. "Let go of my master!"
Charlie River and the man in black, showing no weakness, both drew their guns and aimed them at Lucifer.
Charlie River said coldly, "Put down your weapon."
Sophie Sullivan: "..." This was so exhausting...
"Are you ever going to stop?!" Sophie Sullivan glared at Charlie River and Leo. "All of you, put down your guns and get out!"
"Miss Cecilia Branford..." Leo still had more to say.
But she cut him off. "Put away your guns and leave. Don’t make me say it a third time."
Her beautiful eyes, tinged with faint anger, narrowed. "The same goes for you and your men, Charlie River."
Lucifer turned his head and looked at Leo. "Didn’t you hear what Cecilia Branford said?"
"Yes, Master." Leo reluctantly put down his pistol and hesitated before walking out.
Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes stared unblinkingly at Sophie Sullivan. "Charlie River."
Charlie River understood his meaning and nodded. "Yes, Young Master."
Sophie Sullivan rubbed her wrist and was the first to sit down on the sofa.
Lucifer turned, followed her, and sat down beside her.
Thomas Shannon stood rooted to the spot, motionless. His cold eyes, sharp and grim, were like daggers. If looks could kill, Sophie Sullivan would have died a hundred times over by now.
"Thomas Shannon, you sit down too."
Thomas Shannon sneered, then strode to the sofa and sat down.
Sophie Sullivan knew why he had come and why he was so furious.
So, she had to explain, "I didn’t intentionally destroy the locator alarm. Lucifer thought Frank Mitchell had planted it on me and destroyed it to prevent my whereabouts from being revealed. By the time I found out, it was already too late. I tried to call you to explain, but your telephone was off."
Now that she thought about it, his telephone must have been off while he was on the airplane to Country J. That was how the misunderstanding had arisen.
"What is your... relationship?" Thomas Shannon asked, his cold, dangerous eyes narrowing as his probing gaze swept over her and Lucifer’s faces.
Lucifer called her Cecilia Branford. Was that her name? Her background couldn’t be traced in Country A; he had long suspected she wasn’t a native of Country A. In the Sahara Desert, that tiger had been completely obedient to her, less like a wild fierce beast and more like a domesticated cat. He even suspected that Sophie Sullivan had once raised such large and fierce animals.
