Chapter 452 - 454: Raising Soldiers for a Thousand Days, Using Them for a While, Hurry Up!

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Chapter 452 of "Pampered by My Secret Husband" opens showing developments: Thomas Shannon called for a bodyguard. "Stay here and serve Bay King. If he feels... Keep reading!

Thomas Shannon called for a bodyguard. "Stay here and serve Bay King. If he feels any discomfort, notify me immediately.""Yes, Young Master." Thomas Shannon let out a barely audible sigh, removed Edward Benson’s shirt to help him sleep more comfortably, and then left. On the way back to the manor, Thomas Shannon was deep in thought. In his mind, Edward Benson’s words kept repeating— Never be like me, never be like me... Don’t make the wrong choices like he did? Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pressed tightly. He slowly closed his eyes. Charlie River, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at Thomas Shannon in the rearview mirror. He noticed Thomas Shannon’s serious expression and felt a sense of understanding. Young Master must be thinking about the maniac, right? Young Master Benson’s words just now... Young Master probably really took them to heart. Upon returning to the manor, Harry was nowhere to be found. Thomas Shannon thought it had gone to the medical office, so he paid it no mind. He returned to his study and immediately immersed himself in pressing official business. 「Time slipped into evening.」 There was a knock on the study door. Without raising his head, Thomas Shannon said, "Come in." Minimus Hart pushed open the door and walked in. She approached the desk and said respectfully, "Young Master, dinner is ready. Would you like to start the meal now?" Upon hearing this, Thomas Shannon raised his head. Charlie River had told him her face was scratched by the maniac. Looking up, he saw that Minimus Hart indeed had a square piece of gauze on her face, neither too large nor too small. It covered the center of her cheek, and faint bloodstains seeped through the gauze. "Is your face alright?" Thomas Shannon asked gently. Minimus Hart gave a pale smile. "Thank you for your concern, Young Master. My face... it’s fine." "What did the doctor say?" "The maniac cut quite deeply. The wound is rather deep, and the doctor said it might leave a scar." Thomas Shannon closed the file, put down his pen, and leaned back in his chair, one hand supporting his forehead. "Do you know what it means to have a scar on your face?" Googlᴇ search novelꜰire.net Minimus Hart’s heart trembled. She said apprehensively, "Young Master, I understand!" A scar on her face meant she wouldn’t be able to go on missions in the future. And the Young Master... he never kept useless people. "Young Master, I will beg Dr. Standford to help prevent any scarring on my face." Minimus Hart bowed her head respectfully, her expression utterly sincere. "I am willing to serve you for a lifetime, Young Master!" Thomas Shannon chuckled lightly. "That sentiment is enough. You may go." Minimus Hart hesitated but dared not say more. She respectfully backed away and then left the study. The maniac had scratched her face, yet Thomas Shannon hadn’t pursued the matter... This left Minimus Hart feeling extremely bitter. Unresigned and furious, her resentment towards the maniac surged to its peak... Thomas Shannon rubbed his temples and glanced at the time. It was already 6:45 in the evening. He wondered how Harry was progressing with that matter at this hour. Thomas Shannon got up, walked around the desk, and left the study. Downstairs, Harry was curled up in a ball, fast asleep on the sofa. "Where’s the maniac?" Thomas Shannon looked around but saw no sign of Sophie Sullivan. A nearby servant, head bowed, said respectfully, "Young Master, the maniac is still in the medical office; she hasn’t returned." She hasn’t returned, yet Harry dares to sleep so soundly! Thomas Shannon grabbed one of Harry’s ears. Harry yelped twice and woke up groggily. Its dazed eyes focused on its master, and its whole body stiffened. It froze, staring blankly at Thomas Shannon. Thomas Shannon chuckled softly. "Harry, what are you doing?" Harry meowed and nimbly jumped off the sofa. Thomas Shannon lifted his foot and lightly tapped its furry rump with his leather shoe. "An army is trained for a thousand days to be used in a single moment. Hurry up!"

Chapter 452 - 454: Raising Soldiers for a Thousand Days, Using Them for a While, Hurry Up!

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