Chapter 386 - 388: Very Good, Very Cooperative

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Chapter 386 of "Pampered by My Secret Husband" opens presenting key developments: "I understand, Sister Minnie."Upon hearing herself addressed as Sister Minnie, Minimus Hart paused for a... Read on!

"I understand, Sister Minnie."Upon hearing herself addressed as Sister Minnie, Minimus Hart paused for a moment; only her confidants would call her that. "Why do you call me that?" Raina Bell stepped forward two paces and said with a smile, "Because you promoted me, Sister Minnie. I will repay your kindness." Raina should have been eliminated, but Minimus Hart had seen something in her, personally selected her, and made an exception to allow her into the weaving group for female slaves. All her strict training and careful cultivation had been for the purpose of giving Raina a chance to get close to Young Master Shannon. Raina always remembered Minimus Hart’s kindness in her heart. Even if Minimus Hart had ulterior motives, it didn’t negate the special care she had shown Raina. Minimus Hart smiled contentedly, her gaze towards Raina holding a hint of appreciation. "Very good. You’re a quick learner." Raina smiled shyly and said, "Thank you for your praise, Sister Minnie." Minimus Hart had one hundred percent confidence in Raina; Thomas Shannon had only just seen Raina, and already that little maniac was flying into a rage. This was just the first day; the days to come would be even more exciting. She hoped the maniac wouldn’t disappoint her too much; otherwise, life would be so dull. She wanted to show that maniac just how arrogant she had been before, and from this day forward, just how miserably she would fall. "Alright, make sure you iron all these shirts properly." "Yes," Raina replied obediently, watching Minimus Hart leave. Raina turned, picked up a black shirt, and held it in her embrace. She lowered her head and gently sniffed it; Thomas Shannon’s masculine scent seemed to linger there. She closed her eyes in blissful intoxication and whispered, "Young Master Shannon..." Thomas Shannon was like a potent drug. His handsome face, so exquisitely chiseled it seemed crafted by God’s own hands, was captivating, bewitching, and utterly irresistible. Whether it was for Minimus Hart’s sake or not, she had to make a sincere effort for herself, just this once. She didn’t want to be a female slave, nor did she want to go on missions to serve those vulgar, lecherous men and extract information from them. Once a person develops a craving, only the very best can satisfy the yearning in their heart. She had already encountered the best of men, so no one else could ever catch her eye again. Thomas Shannon was the man of her dreams. 「...」 In the backhill of the manor, there was a forest. The trees were lush, their canopies obscuring the sky. Even at noon, the scorching sun was blocked by the thick leaves, allowing only a little light to filter through. Unknown birds were chirping. Their calls were low and deep, seeming to drift from afar, yet also to resonate close by. The moment Sophie Sullivan stepped into the forest, she felt a sharp drop in temperature. A sudden chill made her shiver, and goosebumps erupted on her skin. Looking at everything before her, she couldn’t fathom where Thomas Shannon intended to lock her up. Just then, the man in black stopped. Charlie River pulled an iron chain from a tree trunk. As the iron chain was pulled out, it CLANGED and RATTLED. This update ıs available on ????????????????????•????????????????•???????????? Charlie River squatted down and grabbed Sophie Sullivan’s ankle. Sophie instinctively tried to kick him away. "Don’t touch me!" she snapped, her face cold with anger. "Maniac, you’d better not resist. Otherwise, you’ll be the only one to suffer." Charlie River grabbed her ankle again and, without allowing any argument, shackled it with an ankle chain. CLICK. CLICK. With two crisp sounds, both of Sophie’s ankles were secured by the heavy ankle chains. The iron chains were heavy and thick. Sophie tried to lift her feet but found that even raising them was a struggle, let alone trying to run. The man in black had loosened his grip on her arms. Now, even if he let her go,...

Chapter 386 - 388: Very Good, Very Cooperative

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