Reminding her of the fact that her face had already been disfigured by Sophie Sullivan.
Sophie... you deserve to die!
Returning the dagger to Charlie River, Sophie watched the maid standing to the side, anxiously wringing her hands. "So, do you have any phone to say?"
The maid, targeted by Sophie's gaze, shuddered, fearing the trouble would spread to her.
"No, nothing." The maid shook her head in panic. Disfigurement was no joking matter. Once it couldn't be repaired, a life would be ruined...
Sophie's gaze turned to the other maid. "And you?"
That maid also shook her head anxiously. "I... I don't either."
"Very good."
Sophie retracted her gaze, satisfied. She returned to Thomas Shannon's side, sat down, and leaned into his embrace. Thomas Shannon wrapped an arm around her waist.
Sophie lay on his chest, blinking. Her long, dense eyelashes, like two small fans, fluttered with each blink.
It was extremely seductive~.
"Thomas Shannon, do you think I'm bad?"
