Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 852 - 854: Who Sent You?

Bang!

A single hole appeared on the bulletproof car window, and the car window glass shattered like a spider’s web.

"Be careful, full alert!" Charlie River pressed the wireless earpiece and instructed the men in black.

The corner of Thomas Shannon’s mouth hooked slightly, his gaze landing on the car window glass, what a death wish!

The bullets continued, with a relentless momentum.

There were fewer vehicles here, and raindrop-like shots were densely pouring onto the car window and the car.

"There’s a target at 3 o’clock!" Charlie River carefully observed and then decisively ordered.

The men in black quickly retaliated, and immediately, a thrilling gunfight unfolded on the road.

Taking advantage, Linda dodged, tossed the machine gun into the car, quickly got in, and sped off.

Damn it!

She pounded the steering wheel in frustration, failing the mission meant all her efforts would be in vain.

In a moment of distraction, she was instantly surrounded by several black Lincolns and forced to stop.

Bang!

The car jolted violently, Linda leaned forward due to inertia, her head crashing heavily onto the spool, and her body bounced back.

In that brief moment, countless gun muzzles were already aimed at her.

Knowing she’d been exposed, Linda had nothing to say.

"Get out of the car!" A man in black smashed the car window glass with a punch, pressing the gun muzzle against her temple.

Expressionless, Linda unfastened the seatbelt, pushed open the car door, and got out.

The men in black searched her, confirming she had no offensive weapons on her, then handcuffed her.

Thomas Shannon stepped out of the car, with long strides, the men in black escorted Linda to stand before him, "Young Master, it’s her."

"Lift your head." The man’s cold voice was void of any emotion.

Linda shuddered all over, and she gradually lifted her head.

Thomas Shannon took a casual drag of the cigarette, his deep, cold eyes suddenly narrowed, Isla?!

Linda looked at the handsome man in front of her, confused about his sudden shock, did he... know her?

No matter what, he was the target of her mission this time, the mission had failed, she resigned herself to whatever the outcome.

Thomas Shannon, coming back to his senses, his voice even colder, "Who are you?"

"Linda."

Linda?

This face, it clearly was Isla, the woman Edward Benson had been tirelessly searching for.

Thomas Shannon let out a barely audible cold snort, "Who sent you?"

Linda stared at him, silent.

"Not going to speak?" Thomas Shannon held the cigarette between his fingertips, extending it before her eyes, "I’ll give you three seconds to consider telling me, otherwise, your eyes will be the price of your non-cooperation."

The firelight flickered, the burning cigarette was only a centimeter away from her eyes.

She seemed to already feel the scorching heat...

Her eyes as the price?

Even so, she would never speak.

Linda clenched her teeth, urging defiantly, "If you’re going to kill or torture me, hurry up!"

Thomas Shannon withdrew his hand, she wasn’t Isla, Isla was terribly timid, with such intimidation, if it were Isla, she would have already burst into tears, wanting to cling to Edward Benson.

Brushing off the cigarette ash, Thomas Shannon scrutinized her with his gaze, she wasn’t Isla, then what’s the story behind this face?

"Young Master, how should we handle her?" Charlie River had clearly noticed too, but dared not ask at the moment.

From Thomas Shannon’s distraction, he could already guess that Linda’s identity was probably as he thought.

"Take her back first."

After a pause, Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes glanced at Charlie River, "For now, don’t reveal anything, understand?"

Charlie River nodded, "I understand, Young Master."