The gun she held dropped, landing a few steps away.
"Trash."
Amelia Shaw was furious. She stomped her foot and turned around to leave.
She had agreed to get rid of Minimus Hart, but her own half-baked skills were clearly not up to the task. And yet, she still dared to boast about it.
Sophie Sullivan's body was pressed to the ground by a man in black, his force not too heavy, but far from light.
She took the opportunity to close her eyes, feigning unconsciousness.
Minimus Hart walked forward a few steps and picked up the pistol from the ground. He weighed it in his hand and looked coldly at the unconscious Sophie Sullivan. "Lock her up temporarily in the dark cell until Young Master returns to make a decision."
The man in black had no objections to this, but the butler appeared to be in difficulty. "Why not ask for the Young Master's opinion first..."
