CHAPTER 191: CHAPTER 191: AFTER THROWING A TANTRUM ALL NIGHT, IT SHOULD BE ENOUGH NOW.

These words exuded an unparalleled air of arrogance and pride.

She might not have realized that as she spoke, a faint, soft glow suffused her face.

This gentle light made her features appear even more dreamlike and hazy.

Fluffy Zane stared at her; in that moment, the image of the Maniac seemed to grow grander.

She curved her lips into a smile and said sincerely, "Maniac, I believe you."

I believe that you won’t become like me, a woman who loves so humbly that she loses herself.

I believe that you will definitely become a woman who is exceptionally cool and dashing in matters of love.

Sophie turned her head to look at Fluffy Zane and suddenly laughed.

She, the daughter of a real estate tycoon, was saying she believed in *her*?

For the sake of this unwavering trust, Sophie knew she couldn’t let Fluffy Zane down.

The two, who were not very familiar with each other, talked late into the night.

Most of the time, Fluffy Zane did the talking while Sophie listened quietly, occasionally interjecting with a few words to offer her own views.

Their interaction was surprisingly harmonious.

"Alright, I have to go now." Fluffy Zane ended the conversation. She had booked a plane ticket and needed to head to the airport.

She had arrived, weary and dust-covered from her journey, only to leave again in such a rush.

In this short time, Fluffy Zane’s heart had been riddled with wounds.

Sophie turned towards the Mongolian Yurt. After taking a few steps, she turned back to face Fluffy Zane.

Her captivating eyes held a trace of arrogance. "Sophie. My name is Sophie."

A flicker of surprise crossed Fluffy Zane’s eyes, followed by a knowing smile. "I’ll keep your secret."

Sophie smiled and turned to leave.

Fluffy Zane also turned and left, getting into the car and departing from the Meadow.

Just as she lifted the curtain flap of the Mongolian Yurt, Sophie saw the man sitting by the bedside, enveloped in clouds of smoke.

Inside the Mongolian Yurt, the air was thick with the smell of nicotine.

Sophie frowned, instinctively about to turn and leave.

Thomas Shannon extinguished his cigarette butt, rose, and strode quickly towards her. Before Sophie could turn and leave, he lunged forward and grabbed her.

"Where are you going?"

"None of your business!"

A shadow crossed Thomas Shannon’s dark, deep eyes. "Still angry?"

"..."

Deep at night, the Meadow was still a bit chilly.

Thomas Shannon pulled her inside. "Say something. Don’t give me that sullen face."

"I don’t want to talk. Can you force me?"

Thomas Shannon didn’t want to argue with her. She’d been throwing a tantrum all night; surely that was enough.

"Alright, there’s a limit to tantrums. Know when to quit while you’re ahead, understand?"

When had Young Master Shannon ever indulged a woman like this? This was the first. And the most ungrateful one at that! Not only ungrateful, but she was also audacious enough to push her luck! Thomas Shannon had never encountered a woman as difficult to handle as Maniac. She was simply an anomaly.

’Quit while I’m ahead?’ Sophie found this phrase exceptionally repulsive. She glared fiercely at Thomas Shannon. "You’re the one who should quit while you’re ahead, not me! Understand?"

"Say that again?!" Thomas Shannon’s handsome face instantly darkened.

Sophie snorted coldly, arrogantly wrenching her hand free, and turned to walk out.

Behind her, the man’s low growl echoed, "Stop!"

Sophie paid him no heed, her pace not faltering in the slightest.

Thomas Shannon was furious. "Maniac! You stop right there!"

Sophie walked off alone, leaving the Mongolian Yurt behind, and headed into the deep darkness of the Meadow.

There were no city street lamps here, only the faint, almost imperceptible light filtering down from the starry sky’s afterglow.