At that moment, Charlie River understood something.
"Charlie, be gentle!"
Thomas Shannon suddenly spoke, startling Charlie River. While daydreaming, the pressure from his hands had unconsciously increased.
He quickly withdrew his hand. "I'm sorry, Young Master."
"What are you thinking about, Charlie? You can't even handle such a small matter!"
"I'm sorry. Please punish me, Young Master." Charlie River respectfully lowered his head.
Thomas Shannon snorted coldly then put on his shirt, his slender fingertips elegantly fastening the buttons.
"Wash all the cars in the garage."
"Yes, Young Master!"
Washing all the cars in the garage... That was a big project. How much time would it take for him, alone, to finish?
Thomas Shannon went to the bedroom, pushed the door open, and looked around, but he didn't see Sophie Sullivan.
His brow furrowed, and his hand gripping the door handle tightened slightly. "Maniac."
Sophie Sullivan's voice came from the restroom. "What's up?"
