If it weren't for the blood-stained gauze still wrapped around his head, James Shannon really wanted to beat up this rebellious son!
"Charlie River, what are you staring at?"
Charlie River trembled. "Young Master, I... I don't dare."
"Spineless!" Thomas Shannon scoffed.
James Shannon glared at his rebellious son. "I heard from your Uncle Spencer that you took your girlfriend to meet him?"
"Yes."
Young Master Shannon lowered his head, pinching Harry's soft little claws.
Huh? Did he just dismiss me with one word? Rebellious son!
"Have her come down and see me." He wanted to see what kind of girlfriend his son, who had finally found someone after all this time, had found.
Was it someone like Amelia Shaw again?
"She's asleep."
Young Master Shannon refused flatly.
James Shannon leaned back on the sofa, his posture elegant and distinguished. "Then, when she wakes up, have her come down to see me."
