CHAPTER 292: CHAPTER 294: SHOULD I CALL HER BEAUTY IN THE END

"Young Master, should we continue keeping an eye on Amelia Shaw?" Charlie River tentatively asked.

Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened. "Keep watching her. Amelia Shaw is getting bolder and bolder. She considers the maniac a thorn in her side; as long as the maniac remains alive, Amelia Shaw won’t rest."

To prevent a recurrence of the hospital fire, Thomas Shannon still had to assign people to keep watching her.

"Yes, Young Master."

Charlie River immediately arranged for more manpower to intensify their surveillance of Amelia Shaw.

"What about the attackers? Have they been found?" Thomas Shannon closed his eyes. He hadn’t expected to encounter an ambush during this trip abroad.

He already had a suspect in mind for this ambush but needed confirmation.

Charlie River nodded solemnly. "Young Master, your guess was correct. It was indeed George Field’s men."

Yamada Field is an arms syndicate in Country J. The ongoing conflict in the Middle East presented a massive business opportunity for K Group, Yamada Field, and arms dealers from other nations. Securing a deal promised enormous profits.

While Thomas Shannon was en route to the Middle East to negotiate with the leader of the war-torn country, he was ambushed by George Field’s men. More than half of his bodyguards were casualties, and Thomas Shannon himself was shot and wounded. The collaborative venture fell through, and Yamada Field had already gained the upper hand.

"Small countries indeed resort to sinister means," Thomas Shannon sneered, then said coldly, "Next month is George Field’s son’s birthday, isn’t it? Remember to send him a ’generous gift.’"

This ’generous gift’ was no ordinary present, of course.

Charlie River naturally understood his Young Master’s intentions. His Young Master was vengeful and would ensure George Field didn’t get away with this so easily. This ’generous gift’ would certainly leave him dumbfounded, his heart pounding.

With the conversation concluded, Thomas Shannon looked around and frowned. "Where’s the maniac?"

Young Master, you’ve truly fallen! Charlie River sighed inwardly. Is it really necessary to be so anxious to find her, just because you haven’t seen the maniac for a short while?

"The maniac is in George Stanford’s room," Charlie River reported truthfully.

He cautiously observed his Young Master’s expression. Noticing a slight change, he immediately explained, "The maniac is urging George Stanford to recover quickly so she can have surgery on her face. Also..."

Thomas Shannon glanced up at Charlie River, who was visibly struggling to suppress his laughter, and asked coldly, "What else?"

"Also... the maniac is forcing George Stanford to call her ’Beauty,’ or else she’ll burn his two precious medical records."

Thomas Shannon chuckled, pressing a hand to his forehead. That painted quite a vivid picture. Only the maniac could pull off something so utterly outrageous.

"And then?"

Charlie River laughed. "George Stanford adamantly refused, so... the two are locked in a fierce standoff."

"Heh." Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, shaking his head in resignation.

「In George Stanford’s ward」

"Old Mr. Standford!" Sophie Sullivan exclaimed.

George Stanford, unyielding, retorted with a vigorous roar, "Fiona!"

"Shut up! I told you not to call me Fiona!"

"You shut up too! I said give me back my medical records!"

Sophie Sullivan held the medical records in one hand and a lighter in the other, positioning it near a corner of the records. "I’m giving you ten seconds to decide whether or not you’re going to call me ’Beauty’."

George Stanford’s temper flared. Holding two scalpels, he scraped them against each other, the blades producing a SHINK! SHINK! sound. "No need for ten seconds; one second is enough! I won’t call you that, not even if it kills me!"

"Alright, you’ve got guts. I respect you as a man of principle. Come on, say your final goodbyes to your medical records."