Looking into his eyes, Thomas Shannon saw emotions he could not understand.
"What did you guess?"
Thomas Shannon was an incredibly smart man; he probably had a guess already.
Thomas Shannon smirked coldly, "I'll wait for you to tell me yourself."
"Alright, come here." Sophie Sullivan stared at him without blinking, "Come here, and I'll tell you everything."
Thomas Shannon stepped to the bedside, hooked a chair with his long legs and sat down, with no extra expression on his handsome face.
In the coldness, there was a touch of aloofness, an inherent arrogance and noble elegance, naturally born.
"Speak." A deep voice, a chilling tone, carrying a sense of authority without anger.
Sophie Sullivan lowered her eyelids, looking at her fingers, the corner of her mouth slightly curving into a faint arc, "Thomas Shannon, what if I tell you I remembered a lot, what would you do?"
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