Just as he stepped off the stairs, Charlie River opened the car door. As Thomas Shannon was about to get into the car, Harry, who appeared out of nowhere, let out a yowl and charged over.
"MEOW!"
Harry pounced precisely at Thomas Shannon's feet, meowing insistently.
Thomas Shannon bent over and picked him up with one hand. "What, you want to go too?"
Sophie Sullivan had already gotten into the car. Her listless voice sounded, "Bring Harry along too."
Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, rubbing Harry's little head. "Did you hear that?"
Harry MEOWED, looking at him with his round eyes, then at Sophie Sullivan.
Holding Harry, Thomas Shannon got into the car, and the fleet headed towards the airport.
Upon boarding Thomas Shannon's private jet, Sophie Sullivan, weak with illness, walked towards a bedroom to rest. "I'll take a nap first. Don't disturb me."
She had just finished speaking and started to leave when her wrist was suddenly gripped tight.
She hesitated, then turned around.
