"What?" Charlie River was momentarily stunned by his leap in thinking.
Once he realized Young Master was asking how long ago the little maniac had left, Charlie River immediately replied, "Young Master, it's already been 15 minutes."
Fifteen minutes.
Thomas Shannon's face was expressionless, the burning cigarette held between his fingertips searing his skin.
He paused for a moment before quickly discarding the cigarette butt.
Rising to his feet, his tall figure radiating a cold, murderous aura, he strode away.
"Young Master, where are you going?"
Following Thomas Shannon, Charlie River noticed he was heading out of the club, and his heart finally relaxed.
It seemed the little maniac wasn't as special as he had thought. She had quickly fallen out of favor. Especially for a clueless woman who dared to challenge Young Master's authority; it was even easier for someone like her to lose favor. Obviously, the little maniac was treading further and further down a path of no return.
