William Guillen and Edward Benson stood up at the same time. "Thomas, what's wrong?"
"The maniac is in trouble."
After hurriedly leaving that sentence behind, Thomas Shannon's silhouette quickly disappeared from the private room.
William Guillen had a confused expression. "Who would be so bold as to attack the maniac in the Golden Wing Palace?"
Edward Benson patted his shoulder. "We'll know once we go and take a look."
The two baffled men followed him out.
In the projection room, the female manager called out several times, but Sophie Sullivan didn't wake up.
Her nightmare was very severe; her body had gone cold, and the sweat on her forehead had soaked her hair.
The wet, sticky hair was messily plastered to her face.
"Young Master, you're here."
The man in black guarding the doorway of the projection room saw the imposing Thomas Shannon striding towards him and immediately pushed open the door.
