The bedroom door flew open with a bang.
Leaning on the sofa, one hand scratching Harry, Sophie Sullivan jumped in fright. "Thomas Shannon, didn't you go to the company? Why did you come back again?"
She looked puzzled, watching Thomas Shannon with a dark facial color closing in on her. Harry seemed to sense the master's anger; it jumped out of Sophie Sullivan's embrace and bolted out in a flash.
"Thomas Shannon, you…"
The next second, Thomas Shannon grabbed her collar and yanked her up. The man's gloomy eyes bore down on her, pressing in. "Sophie Sullivan, do you even have a heart?"
Since she had already seen Thomas Shannon lose his mind, at this very moment, seeing him like this, Sophie Sullivan was no longer surprised.
Assuming he was angry again, she pried at his hand with one hand and rubbed her neck that had been choked red by the collar. "What's wrong with you now? Why are you always so moody?"
"Answer me!" the man roared hoarsely.
