Sophie Sullivan couldn’t help but click her tongue in amazement, "Thomas Shannon, why don’t you tell me, what kind of identity do I have?"

Little rascal, always hiding things usually, now finally can you spill a bit of the truth?

"Guess, what kind of identity you have in my heart." Even though his hand was mercilessly slapped away by her, Thomas quickly grabbed her soft, boneless tiny hand, squeezing and playing with it.

Sophie Sullivan widened her beautiful eyes, "Thomas Shannon, I’m asking you a question, how can you throw the question back to me?"

Shameless!

He laughed deeply, pinched her chubby earlobe, and got back to the topic, "Fennie, you’d better completely dispel the notion that we’ll part ways because it’s never going to happen in this lifetime."

"Why not? Anything is possible."

Thomas Shannon’s voice was deep, carrying an imposing air, "I said it’s not possible, so it’s not possible, no reason!"

"Tsk tsk, overbearing! Dictator!"

Sophie Sullivan didn’t want to argue about these pointless things with him at this moment; what they say now is useless. Only after certain things really happen, will they know the result.

What they say now is all empty talk.

"I just like your overbearing nature, so don’t resist, just obediently comply." Thomas Shannon asked huskily by her ear, "Got it?"

Sophie Sullivan rolled her eyes in an unladylike manner, got it, your head!

No way I’ll agree to your tyrannical terms!

Just then, Thomas Shannon’s mobile phone rang; he reached out and took the phone, looked at it, then let go of Sophie Sullivan.

"Who’s calling?" Sophie Sullivan sat on the sofa nearby, without trying to peek at his phone.

Her tone, however, was cool, with a hint of displeasure.

"Your future mother-in-law’s." Thomas Shannon said, with a devilish smile, rubbing her head like petting a pet, "I’ll go upstairs to answer the phone."

With that said, he went upstairs with his phone.

Behind him, Sophie Sullivan was fuming, waving her arms, "What future mother-in-law, Thomas Shannon, you explain to me clearly! Who’s going to marry you, so self-absorbed!"

Back in the study room, Thomas Shannon shut the door behind him.

He walked to the front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and answered the phone, "Mother, how come you have time to call me?"

"Lincoln, what’s the matter with you?" Mrs. Shannon’s voice was filled with deep concern.

Beside her came the faint voice of James Shannon, ’I told you he’s fine, you didn’t believe me. Those unscrupulous media fabricating stories to grab headlines, what’s there to believe?’

Mrs. Shannon huffed, "James Shannon, either be quiet or get out for me."

Indeed, James Shannon’s voice immediately disappeared on the other end.

Thomas Shannon chuckled, his cold face, due to this laugh, instantly melted like ice and snow, "Mrs. Shannon, are you bullying Mr. Shannon again?"

"He’s annoying, that’s why I bully him."

Mrs. Shannon sighed deeply, worriedly asking, "Lincoln, tell Mum, are you okay?"

"I’m fine, Mother, no need to worry."

"What’s with those news articles? Written so convincingly, I almost thought something really happened to you."

Thomas Shannon’s eye color darkened, "Those news media are just trying to grab headlines, why should you take it seriously, Mother?"

It was just unfortunate that he didn’t suppress the news in time this time, and when he tried to, the news was already spreading everywhere, known by everyone.

"Really, you’re not lying to Mum?" Mrs. Shannon’s voice was soft and gentle, like a warm breeze and fine rain, soothing to the heart.

Thomas Shannon helplessly rubbed his forehead, laughed softly, "Mother, I’m really fine, do you want a video call to see for yourself?"

"Okay." Mrs. Shannon agreed with full joy.

Thomas Shannon immediately initiated a video call with Mrs. Shannon.

On the phone screen appeared a noble and elegant lady.