Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: You know better than I who she likes.

It seemed she hadn’t slept well last night. Sophie Sullivan had a sudden idea and stepped toward her.

”Amelia Shaw.”

Amelia Shaw glanced at the maniac approaching her and remained silent.

Sophie tilted her head slightly, looking at her. ”I have something to say to you.”

”Get out of the way. Don’t disturb my work.”

Sophie had almost forgotten that Amelia Shaw was now a maidservant. She went to the sofa and sat down.

She raised her voice a few notches. ”Amelia Shaw, pour me a cup of tea.”

Amelia Shaw clenched her rag forcefully, glancing at the domineering Sophie with a hint of anger. ”Who do you think you are? Why should I serve you tea?”

”Because you are a servant now.”

Sophie hit the nail on the head. ”Or do you still think you’re the goddess in Thomas Shannon’s heart, enjoying the treatment of a mistress?”

All the servants were watching. Amelia Shaw felt as if her modesty cloth had been ripped away, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable before everyone.

She lowered her eyelids, walked over wringing the rag in her hands, poured a cup of tea, and placed it in front of her.

”Wait.”

Amelia Shaw, who was just about to get up and leave, paused, her brow furrowing slightly. ”What else is there?”

”I have something to say to you. Are you sure you don’t want to hear it? An opportunity like this won’t come again. You have ten seconds to consider.”

Sophie smiled meaningfully. Amelia Shaw sized her up. Could what she wants to say be about Thomas Shannon?

After thinking for ten seconds, Amelia Shaw pressed her lips together, curious. ”Go ahead.”

”Do you know Minimus Hart?”

Of course, Amelia Shaw knew her. Minimus Hart was the leader of the slaves at Shannons’ Manor and Thomas Shannon’s most esteemed slave.

Of course, this was closely related to Minimus Hart’s extraordinary ability.

Indeed, her skills were outstanding; she completed every mission near perfectly.

This had solidified her unshakeable position.

From Amelia Shaw’s expression, Sophie got the answer she wanted. She lowered her voice. ”Minimus Hart returned. I think you probably know better than I do who it is she likes, right?”

Amelia Shaw scoffed. ”That also depends if she has the luck.”

A worn-out flower daring to harbor thoughts of Thomas Shannon. What overconfidence!

”Whether she has the luck or not, I don’t know. But what I do know is that she’s back this time for you.”

Minimus Hart is back specifically for me? Ha ha, how interesting. It seems that in Minimus Hart’s eyes, I’m still considered a noteworthy competitor. Isn’t this an indirect admission that I’m still the woman Thomas Shannon likes?

Amelia Shaw wouldn’t feel grateful just because the maniac had told her things any discerning person could already see. Nor would she be foolish enough to be used as a tool. It was true that Minimus Hart was targeting me, but did that maniac think she could save her own skin? It wasn’t that simple.

”So, what do you want?” Amelia Shaw smiled slightly, her gaze frank.

”I can help you.”

Amelia Shaw scoffed disdainfully. ”Help me? What’s your intention?”

Help me? In my opinion, she’s definitely not up to any good.

”Intention? Of course, it’s to take care of Minimus Hart.”

It was for no other reason than Minimus Hart having targeted her several times, which made Sophie very unhappy. Dealing with Minimus Hart was something she had been preparing to do, having started her preparations early in the morning. Offering a favor to Amelia Shaw for this was a decision she had made just now.

”What does this mean?” Amelia Shaw was suddenly a little confused about her.

We’re rivals in love, and Minimus Hart is targeting me.