The faint smoke drifted, Sophie's brows furrowed, and Thomas sneered, "If you want to ask something, just ask."
"I'm asking you, do you know about the impostor trying to marry my fiancé?"
Hearing the words 'my fiancé' from her mouth was truly jarring.
A trace of contempt flashed in Thomas' eyes, and an icy chill emanated relentlessly from him.
This man is dangerous.
Sophie always knew that, but now she couldn't care less. When she first discovered the news, it made her blood rush to her head.
She was dying to confront Lucifer and Thomas immediately.
"Thomas, speak up."
The man's thin lips held a cigarette, his narrow eyes narrowed dangerously, carrying a rebellious yet noble coldness, "I knew, so what? Lucifer also knows, why don't you ask him why he didn't tell you?"
"Lucifer is in surgery, how would he know?" Sophie coldly stared at him, "You knew from early on, yet you didn't tell me, keeping it from me, what exactly are you planning? Do you know that's my fiancé?"
