CHAPTER 290: CHAPTER 292: THE PUNISHMENT FOR YOU

"What else do you want now? Do you still want to hit me?"

Sophie Sullivan swore that if Thomas Shannon dared, she would absolutely never let him touch one of her fingertips ever again.

Thomas Shannon grabbed her hand and gave it a light peck in her soft palm, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Give me the belt."

"And if I don’t, what will you do?"

Sophie still refused to hand him the belt, keeping her hands behind her back.

Thomas Shannon just chuckled without saying anything more.

His expression left Sophie unable to guess his thoughts. Men’s hearts are as hard to fathom as a needle at the bottom of the sea... So hard to guess!

Hesitating and dawdling, she handed over the belt while glaring at him, hurling a threat. "Thomas Shannon, don’t you dare hurt me, or else... you might as well become a monk!"

The handsome man was taken aback for a good while before he realized what she meant by "becoming a monk."

Immediately, his handsome face darkened.

A monk? Don’t even think about it!

Thomas Shannon took the belt. He didn’t do anything to her with it and simply tossed it casually onto the end of the bed. He lifted his hand. "Help me to the restroom."

"Oh." Sophie helped him out of bed. Just as she was about to go to the restroom...

The weight leaning on her shoulders suddenly disappeared. She turned her puzzled gaze to see Thomas Shannon holding the belt, securing her hands—

CLICK.

Both her hands were bound behind her back with the belt.

"Thomas Shannon, you!" Sophie frowned. "Sly! Deceitful!"

Thomas Shannon laughed deeply, his dark deep eyes as captivating as obsidian, circled by a layer of crystal-clear brilliance. Those eyes, as deep as the sea, could make people unconsciously drown in them.

He lifted his hand and caressed Sophie’s face. "Your punishment."

"What did I do wrong?"

"You figure it out."

Thomas Shannon turned and headed to the restroom. Sophie tried to follow, but the restroom door closed right in front of her. Irritated, she lifted her foot and kicked it.

She didn’t know if the door felt pain or not, but she knew her toe certainly did!

「That night.」

Amelia Shaw tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She was calculating when she could sneak into the study room.

What Charlie River took into the study room is likely the design drawing.

Once I have the design drawing, I can take revenge on Thomas Shannon and teach him a lesson.

Every time she thought of him doting on that little maniac, Amelia Shaw’s heart ached with bitterness. Jealousy was driving her insane.

Time ticked by slowly. Gradually, the hour hand pointed to 4.

It’s already 4 a.m. At this point, the bodyguards should be switching shifts.

Amelia Shaw steeled herself, got up quietly, opened her bedroom door, and slipped out.

Bodyguards patrolled in the corridor, their vigilance even tighter than when Thomas Shannon was away.

So, what’s in the study room must be extremely important to Thomas Shannon. If I can steal the design drawing, the frustration buried in my heart can finally be vented!

She hid behind a half-human-height porcelain ornament, waiting for the one-minute gap when the bodyguards changed shifts, then ducked low and snuck into the study room.

Having snuck into the study room before, she was relatively more composed this time.

Anxiety was inevitable, but she felt a sense of confidence in her heart.

She used a flashlight to search the study room. The design drawing isn’t on the desk or in the drawers.

As usual, she went to the bookshelf.

Several books caught her attention.

The books were placed in the opposite direction, which raised her suspicion.

She picked up one of the books. A hint of joy flashed across her face as she quickly took down the other few books as well.