Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 21: Chapter 21: Seeking Happiness on One’s Own

After hanging up the phone, the man in black immediately made a call to dispatch more people.

Sophie Sullivan ran wildly, her high heels becoming her greatest obstacle.

Without hesitation, she bent down, took off her high heels, and carried them in her hand as she continued to run.

Her elegant skirt fluttered, drawing graceful arcs in the sky.

She didn’t dare to look back. When she was too exhausted to run any further, she hid in a flower bush by the side of the road. Peering through the gaps in the leaves and branches, she saw no one chasing her. Relief washed over her.

It was summer, and the flower bush was teeming with buzzing insects that were incredibly annoying. What was worse, the skin exposed by her skirt was covered in mosquito bites. She was so busy scratching with all ten fingertips that she didn’t notice the approaching footsteps.

It wasn’t until a strong flashlight beam shone down on her that she realized she had been discovered!

The man in black expressionlessly dragged her out of the flower bush and said, ”Take her away!”

Once again, she was stuffed into a Rolls-Royce, but this time, Sophie wasn’t so lucky. A man in black sat on either side of her, her hands cuffed behind her back with cold handcuffs.

Sophie curled her lip in a self-mocking smile. What a failed escape. She hadn’t even been free for an hour before she was caught.

The Rolls-Royce came to a steady stop in front of a club for tycoons.

The man in black yanked Sophie out of the car, causing her to stumble forward and fall to the ground. Her hair completely covered her face, and she looked utterly miserable.

With cold eyes, the man in black said, ”Stand up.”

Sophie didn’t move. ”Unlock the handcuffs first.”

Unmoved by her demand, the man in black lifted her off the ground by her handcuffs and dragged her into the club.

「Top-floor VIP zone.」

The waiter opened the heavy double doors, revealing a shocking scene. Deafening music blasted as bikini-clad women danced wildly, splashing expensive wine everywhere. It was clearly a wild party, with men and women swaying to the rhythm.

Thrown into this world that was completely foreign to her, Sophie stood in place, her mind going blank.

Charlie River then appeared. He unlocked her handcuffs. With an expressionless face, he uttered four words to her, ”Good luck to you.”

Good luck to you...

Sophie realized that her escape attempt might bring her even more pain and suffering.

Her heart sank.

On the wine-red velvet sofa, Thomas Shannon sat with his long legs casually crossed, languidly propping his head with one hand. A faint, wicked smile played at the corner of his handsome face.

Men in black formed a protective semi-circle behind him.

He sat there like a lofty emperor, surveying everything before him with cold disdain.

Sophie suddenly felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet, creeping up her body until even her fingertips turned icy cold.

Regret slowly seeped into her heart, fermenting. I shouldn’t have run away. If I hadn’t tried to escape this time, maybe my life would have been a little easier.

Being stared at by Thomas Shannon felt like a poisonous snake coiling around her neck; her body turned cold, and an overwhelming, suffocating pain followed.

”Young Master, we’ve brought her,” Charlie River said, pushing Sophie forward.

Barefoot, Sophie stumbled, and her calf hit the tea table, causing her to frown in pain.

”Come here, you maniac,” Thomas Shannon said coldly, a slight, chilling curve touching his lips.

Despite the deafening music, Sophie miraculously heard Thomas Shannon’s words clearly.