She smiled slightly, neither humble nor arrogant, and asked, "Maniac, forgive me for not being able to guess your intentions."
"Good one, not being able to guess."
Sophie Sullivan smiled faintly, her eyes cold and clear, staring straight at her.
Minimus Hart remained calm and composed, meeting her gaze with a dazzling smile at the corners of her lips.
It was more of a provocation than a smile.
Sophie Sullivan turned her head and glanced at Thomas Shannon. The man's thin lips covered hers in a light peck.
He knew what she was thinking; she just wanted to stir up some trouble.
As long as she was happy, it didn't matter who she inconvenienced.
Sophie Sullivan hadn't said anything yet when she saw Thomas Shannon give her a nod. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and asked, "You know what I want to say?"
