When he wasn’t around, those who dared to hurt his Cecilia and dealt such a cruel hand to his Cecilia—if it weren’t for the chance encounter on Bali Island—he might have had to search through the vast world and vast sea of people to find her, which would be like finding a needle in the ocean, as difficult as climbing the sky.

Therefore, he would not let these people go. Each person responsible for separating his Cecilia from him and causing her so much suffering would have to pay a price.

...

Country A, Imperial City.

Thomas Shannon saw Sophie Sullivan holding her mobile phone, staring blankly into space, not knowing what she was thinking. Even when he approached, she didn’t react at all.

Gaby was just lying at her feet, already dozing off. When he saw him, he lazily lifted his head to glance at him and then closed his eyes to sleep again.

"Fennie, what are you thinking?" Thomas sat down beside her, his hand naturally bringing her into his embrace.

Sophie struggled a couple of times, her eye color faint, "Nothing."

"You were in a daze, why were you dazing, hmm?"

"..."

"Are you unhappy?"

"..."

"Who made our little tiger angry, tell me?"

Sophie finally got angry, pushing away the man who was lightly pecking at her neck, "Thomas Shannon, who are you calling a tigress?"

There was a sparkle of light in the man’s eyes; he lifted her chin with one hand, his thin lips meeting hers.

"Mmm..." Sophie struggled twice, couldn’t break free, and simply went along with it.

You had to admit, Thomas Shannon’s kissing skills made her very much enjoy it. Gradually, she temporarily forgot her troubles, wrapping both arms around his neck, responding softly.

The kiss ended.

Thomas Shannon held her in his arms, gently patting her back, "Tell me, what happened just now, hmm?"

"Thomas Shannon, I saw her..." In the end, Sophie finally spoke up in a soft, sticky voice, with a hint of undetectable grievance.

Thomas Shannon lowered his head in surprise, looking at the rarely vulnerable Sophie, more surprised than delighted.

This little heartless one finally made some progress!

"Who is this ’her’ you mentioned?"

Sophie buried her head in his embrace, rubbing twice, her voice muffled as if she were a little crybaby full of grievances, "The imposter... the fellow who stole my identity."

"Hmm?" Thomas Shannon lifted his hand, placing it on her head, his dry, warm palm gently rubbing her head.

"She even stole my face." This sentence, spoken with teeth-clenched indignation.

"Indeed it’s vile, stealing Fennie’s identity wasn’t enough, she also stole Fennie’s face."

"I’m very angry."

Thomas Shannon chuckled lowly, cupping her face with both hands, his fiery lips pressing a kiss onto her forehead, "Does Fennie want to play a game?"

"What kind of game?"

"A game of catching thieves."

Sophie’s beautifully disoriented light-colored eyes burned with two clusters of blazing flames. Hearing this sentence, understanding the meaning in his words, her beautiful eyes suddenly brightened, shining so brightly that it was hard to look away, "How to play?"

"Destroy her face, then Fennie’s face will be one of a kind."

Sophie’s lips curled into a smile, not even two seconds later, she froze again, a heavy expression shaking her head, "No, now is not the time."

Although she really hates the imposter for flaunting with a face just like hers, Sophie still retained some rationality in her heart.

The imposter must be dealt with, but not now.

Lucifer had already played tricks on her once by accident. If the second time were another accident, it might alert the snake.