With her feet cuffed, she couldn't run away.
Charlie River stood up. Expressionless, he looked at her. "Maniac, you had better reflect on your actions here."
When he finished speaking, Charlie River looked at the two men in black. "Let's go."
"Yes."
Sophie raised her head. Looking at the forest, where dense leaves cast only speckled light, she called out to Charlie River, "Charlie, what if it rains?"
Her face can't touch water!
Hearing her words, Charlie River stopped. He turned around and looked at Sophie. "You figure it out yourself."
"What do you mean, figure it out myself? I want to see Thomas Shannon!"
Charlie River seemed to smile. "The Young Master is not someone you can see just because you want to. So, cherish any opportunity you get to see him, and don't disobey him."
His Young Master had finally regained his former glory. He was no longer a man brought low by a woman. Charlie River felt as if the ruthless Young Master of old had returned.
