Sophie Sullivan immediately let go of Raina Bell.
Her wrist ached, and she let go of Raina Bell almost instinctively.
She pursed her lips, looking at the grim-faced Thomas Shannon.
Then, she started laughing. "Fine, I won't interrupt your good time anymore. Carry on."
With a smile on her face, she forcefully wrenched her hand free, rose, and left her seat.
Raina Bell, holding a towel, called out helplessly, "Young Master..."
"Get lost!"
The cold voice was like a sharp blade that could cut through iron as if it were mud.
Raina Bell immediately moved aside. Her shoulder still faintly ached from the kick he had delivered in the bath chamber.
Sophie Sullivan left the Restaurant, the fire of anger in her chest threatening to burn her up.
Furious! She was about to explode! Well done, Thomas Shannon, well done!
She lifted her wrist, looking at the red mark on it. He really was something, to grab her hand like this for a female slave!
