Edward Benson shook his head with an amused smile. If Linda hadn’t insisted on sending some small gifts to express her feelings,

he wouldn’t have allowed her to do it; he could handle everything himself.

Sophie Sullivan looked at the box of cookies with a slightly complex gaze, then understood immediately. Linda wouldn’t be foolish to that extent.

Making a fuss over cookies would be too irrational.

She wore a flowing skirt, moving gracefully, her short hair enhancing the delicate and charming smile on her small face.

Sophie Sullivan couldn’t imagine what method she planned to use to assassinate Thomas Shannon,

but no matter what method it was, she wouldn’t let her succeed.

Trying to assassinate her man required her permission.

She could mistreat her own man however she wished, but no one else could harm him in the slightest!

"You guys chat, I’ll go check on the kitchen’s dinner preparations."

Sophie stood up and was about to walk to the kitchen. After taking two steps, she stopped, turned around, and gently smiled while asking Linda, "By the way, Linda, I haven’t asked if there are any foods you avoid or prefer, so I can instruct the Chief Chef accordingly."

"I have no dietary restrictions and I’m not very picky."

"That’s good."

Sophie smiled, retracted her gaze, and quickly entered the kitchen.

She didn’t know what preparation Thomas Shannon had done; he didn’t say, and Sophie couldn’t chase and ask in the end.

She lifted her skirt hem and came into the kitchen, which was bustling with activity, busy preparing for today’s dinner.

The Chief Chef saw Sophie coming in and immediately put down the spoon. "Maniac, why did you come in? It’s smoky here; you better go out."

She still had a wound on her face, indeed not suitable to stay in the kitchen for long.

Sophie signaled with a hook of her hand for the Chief Chef to come closer. The Chief Chef approached her with a face full of doubt, "Maniac, what’s up?"

"You know about food incompatibilities, right?"

The Chief Chef looked at Sophie’s gaze, which suddenly changed, like looking at a black angel showing sharp teeth and flapping wings, "Maniac, you wouldn’t... no, no, certainly not!"

"Enough talk, just do as I say, if anything happens, I’ll take responsibility. Also, report the names of the dishes to me first, got it?"

Sophie frowned, leaving no room for negotiation.

The Chief Chef raised his hand and wiped his sweat, "Alright, alright... as long as Young Master, you help me take the blame, I’ll do as you say."

Who is the maniac?

It’s the future mistress!

She could even dominate Young Master, what’s there to fear?

Listening to her is definitely right!

If she gets angry, Young Master might skin him and make it into soup.

Sophie nodded with satisfaction, "Great, let’s prepare quickly."

Coming out of the kitchen, Sophie glanced around but didn’t see Thomas Shannon, Edward Benson, or Linda. She walked a few steps quickly and asked the servant, "Where are they?"

"Young Master said he wanted to practice golfing skills with Young Master Benson, now they’ve gone to the golf course."

Golf course?

The course is vast; if Linda wanted to do something, wouldn’t it be easy for her to make a move?

Sophie pursed her lips and called Gaby, "Gaby, let’s go."

Gaby, who was lying on the carpet, immediately got up and followed her.

One person and one tiger, swiftly disappeared from everyone’s sight.

Golf course.

A group of people got off the electric vehicle; the servant had already prepared the clubs.

"Edward, you start first."

Thomas Shannon held Harry in one arm, the other smoothing over its fluffy head, the corner of his mouth always holding a slight smile.