Chapter 217: This is the first time, and also the last chance

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It seemed... she didn’t envy Amelia Shaw’s freedom one bit. "What is there to envy?" A trace of fierceness flashed across the depths of Thomas Shannon’s eyes, vanishing as quickly as it appeared. Sophie Sullivan’s voice softened, like the whispers exchanged between lovers, "Thomas Shannon..." "Hm?" "What do you need me to do for you to help me treat my face?" "Tattoo." Sophie Sullivan gasped. So there was a price to pay after all, right? The price for healing the scars on her face was to leave a searing mark on her body. "Think carefully. I’ll give you some time." Pausing for a moment, Thomas Shannon generously offered, "If you want to go somewhere, have the butler prepare the car. Only for today." "Should I thank Young Master Shannon for his kindness?" In the end, Sophie Sullivan did go out. She asked the butler to prepare the car, which took her away from the manor. Amelia Shaw stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, peeking through a small gap in the curtain. She saw the black Rolls-Royce carrying Sophie Sullivan gradually depart from the manor. She hooked the corner of her mouth. The opportunity had finally come. She had originally thought that getting the maniac out of the manor would take much more effort, but she hadn’t expected her to rush headlong to her own doom. In that case, I can’t be blamed. Picking up her mobile phone, she sent Frank Mitchell a message, "Frank, the maniac has left the manor. Keep an eye on her movements. We only have this one chance. Let’s make it a success, understand?" "Samuel, I promise to remove the maniac. So what about my request?" Compared to his previous fervent promises, this time, Frank Mitchell slowly began to negotiate terms. Amelia Shaw’s heart sank, then tightened suddenly. "Frank, what do you mean?" "Samuel, I love you, so I’d do anything for you. But my request... will you promise me that too?" Love? He still had the nerve to mention loving her? Amelia Shaw mocked coldly, "Frank Mitchell, is this how you love me?" "Samuel, you know my hands are tied right now, so... I’m sorry." Frank Mitchell gave her ample time to think. Time passed, every minute and every second dragging by in suffocating silence. Two little figures battled within Amelia Shaw’s heart, leaving her wavering indecisively, not daring to make a decision easily. If she really agreed to Frank Mitchell’s request, once Thomas Shannon found out, her fate would surely be terrifying. What Thomas Shannon couldn’t tolerate the most was betrayal. Anyone who betrayed him, only death awaited. She didn’t want to die at Thomas Shannon’s hands either. But... if she didn’t get rid of the maniac, no matter how much she did for Thomas Shannon, he wouldn’t even spare her a glance. In his eyes, even when the maniac was angry with him, it was a kind of playful charm. She, however, was different. She had abandoned him that year, and he still bore a grudge against her to this day. She was now provided with an extravagant lifestyle, living in comfort and luxury. However, watching him shower the maniac with kindness and doting on her every day was more unbearable than having her heart slowly sliced apart. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She couldn’t continue living this way. She had to get rid of the maniac. Definitely! Taking a deep breath, she gradually closed her eyes, murmuring in her heart: Thomas, I’m sorry. You forced me into this; I have no other choice... I swear, just this once. This is the first time, and also the last chance. When she opened her eyes again, they held a rare, newfound resilience. "Alright, I agree." Frank Mitchell laughed, his voice soothing, "Samuel, now go get some rest. When you wake up, you’ll hear good news." "I hope so."

Chapter 217: This is the first time, and also the last chance

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