Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 851 - 853: Give Me One More Chance
With her forehead pressed against his, he whispered, "So, let’s not be mad anymore, okay?"
"Go away!"
"With you here, I’m not going anywhere."
"Thomas Shannon, do you have any shame left?"
"None at all."
Sophie Sullivan: "..."
Thomas Shannon held her soft and delicate body, feeling very satisfied, "Fennie, are you hungry? I’ll make you some food."
Such obvious flattery really undermines Young Master Shannon’s identity.
"Alright, why don’t you cook Harry instead."
Harry unintentionally got involved.
Thomas Shannon’s lips curled up, letting out a light laugh. He pinched her cheek, "Naughty."
Gaby, who was lying at the bedside, started getting impatient, scratching the sheets and tearing them up.
She howled once, expressing dissatisfaction to Thomas Shannon.
Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened, "Fennie, control her!"
"Thomas Shannon, if you threaten Gaby again, I’m done with you!"
Thomas Shannon: "..."
A tiger relies on others for strength.
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Presidential Mansion.
On the training ground, Linda was sweating profusely, competing with the male agents.
Under the scorching sun, that sweat refracted into crystalline light.
The guards held an umbrella, shielding Lillian Spencer from the sunshine.
"Miss, it’s already been one hour, I’m afraid Linda is nearing her limit." the guard said on the side.
The male agents adopted a relay fighting strategy, each battling Linda, close combat, sparring, boxing.
Each move was extremely exhausting, compared to when Linda was initially at ease.
Gradually, her speed slowed down, the speed and strength of her punches began to weaken.
She gradually fell behind, suffering quite a few wounds.
Lillian Spencer watched this without stopping, since Linda couldn’t stop, the male agents dared not stop either.
A heavy punch struck straight to Linda’s abdomen.
She couldn’t bear the load, her body fell to the ground like a floating feather.
"Stop."
After Lillian Spencer raised her hand to indicate, the male agents helped Linda to her front.
Linda’s facial color was pale, sweat covered her face, her training uniform soaked with sweat, enough to wring out water.
"Linda, how do you feel?"
Linda raised her eyelids, her gaze dispersing as she looked at Lillian Spencer, breathing rapidly, without speaking.
Lillian Spencer frowned slightly, her face cold, inside her heart surged with disappointment, "Linda, you haven’t reached my requirements."
"I can!" Linda suddenly broke free from the male agent supporting her, she shouted anxiously, "Miss, give me another chance."
Lillian Spencer shook her head in disappointment, turned around, and left.
Linda wiped the sweat off her face, she staggered after her, "Miss, please, give me another chance!"
Not reaching Lillian Spencer’s requirements meant what, she understood better than anyone.
It meant all the effort she previously put in was in vain.
Lillian Spencer stopped in her tracks, she squinted her eyes, assessing her, "Give you another chance, you won’t let me down?"
"Yes Miss, I definitely won’t let you down!"
Lillian Spencer shifted her gaze, looking towards the azure sky, her voice melancholic, "Alright, I’ll give you a mission. Once completed, I’ll reconsider whether it’s necessary for you to stay."
Linda’s expression turned serious, "Yes!"
The black Lincoln Fleet sped along the road, among the traffic, like a raging dragon.
Arrogant, bold.
Charlie River handed over the documents, "Young Master, here’s the report table, please take a look."
Thomas Shannon took the documents, flipping them casually.
