Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 383: Chapter 385: Lift Your Head, Look at Me

”Get out, get out! Don’t bother me with trivial matters!”

Sophie Sullivan refused to leave, insisting that George Standford check her recovery progress. ”Old Mr. Standford, how can my face be a trivial matter? This is a huge matter! I don’t care! You must help me check!”

”What’s so good about your ugly face?”

Sophie felt attacked and slammed both her hands on the desk angrily. ”Old Mr. Standford, believe it or not, I’ll burn all your medical records!”

George Standford was left speechless. This...was his lifeblood!

Their gazes met in the air, competing silently.

Finally, George Standford was the first to admit defeat. He took a deep breath. ”Fine, I’ll help you check!”

”That’s more like it.” Sophie withdrew her hand with satisfaction.

He carefully removed the gauze from her face and closely examined her recovery. Her wound had been dampened by sweat earlier.

Although medicine had been applied promptly afterward, the situation still wasn’t very optimistic.

George Standford took out more medicine, carefully applied another layer for her, and then rebandaged the wound.

Old Mr. Standford didn’t speak. Sophie, feeling apprehensive, asked nervously, ”Old Mr. Standford, is my face still alright?”

”It won’t be ruined.” George Standford gave her an annoyed stare. ”Alright, you can go now.”

Thomas Shannon was in a meeting in the study room. Just as it concluded, there was a knock on the study door.

”Come in.”

Minimus Hart pushed open the door, walked in, and approached the desk. She bowed her head respectfully. ”Young Master, the new batch of female slaves has been trained. They’re ready for your inspection.”

Thomas Shannon lowered his head and lit a cigarette. ”Bring them in.”

”Yes, Young Master.”

Minimus Hart went downstairs to prepare. The new batch of female slaves still numbered ten.

After the training, each had found her particular strengths, and all their skills were fully honed.

At Minimus Hart’s signal, ten alluring women dressed in female slave uniforms followed her upstairs.

Minimus Hart slowed her pace, drawing level with the woman at the head of the line. She lowered her voice, ”In a moment, it will all be up to you.”

Raina Bell nodded gently, her smile sweet. ”Yes.”

”Young Master, I’ve brought them.” Minimus Hart entered the study room first. After receiving a nod from Thomas Shannon, she clapped her hands and called to those waiting outside the door, ”Come in, all of you.”

Ten female slaves entered the study room, forming a single line.

Then, they arranged themselves in a neat row, stood straight, and performed a respectful 90-degree bow, their voices exceptionally deferential, ”Good morning, Young Master!”

The man seated in the large boss chair held a cigarette with a glowing tip between his long, slender fingers. Smoke curled lazily upwards. His deep, captivating eyes were slightly narrowed. ”Lift your heads.”

His low voice carried a hint of coldness.

As commanded, the ten women slowly raised their heads, their eyelids still lowered, not daring to look directly at Thomas Shannon.

Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes scanned the faces of the ten women. Each possessed her own unique charm. Finally, his gaze settled on the face of the woman farthest to the right.

”What’s your name?”

Minimus Hart gently prompted, ”Raina Bell, Young Master is calling you.”

Raina Bell shuddered, her head lowering even further in her anxiety. ”Young Master... my name is Raina Bell.”

”Lift your head and look at me,” Thomas Shannon commanded, his voice dominant, iron-willed and cold.

Raina Bell bit her lip lightly, then, as if in slow motion, she slowly lifted her head.

Trembling, her gaze finally met Thomas Shannon’s.

The moment her eyes met his cold gaze, she nervously lowered her eyelids again.

”Look at me.”

The man’s voice was harsh.