Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 536: Chapter 539: Miss Cecilia Branford is going to Country J

Lucifer lit a cigarette, his brow furrowed slightly as he took Fluffy Zane’s photo. He squinted and looked at it for a long time.

”Who is this?”

”Master, her name is Fluffy Zane. She’s the person Miss Cecilia Branford went to see today.”

Lucifer smiled. Could she be Cecilia Branford’s friend?

Leo didn’t dare to speak because he wasn’t sure either.

Putting down the photo, Lucifer had no interest in anyone other than Cecilia Branford. He walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and gazed at the Imperial City’s dazzling night view, his thoughts already distant.

「The next day.」

Early in the morning, Sophie Sullivan left the manor and headed to the airport, bound for Country J.

”Master, Miss Cecilia Branford has gone to the airport.”

At the same time, a hidden attendant immediately telephoned Lucifer.

Lucifer, who hadn’t yet gotten out of bed, heard the message. He immediately got up from bed. ”Have you found out where she’s going?”

”Miss Cecilia Branford is going to Country J.”

After hanging up the phone, Lucifer quickly changed his clothes, was done washing up, and swiftly left for the airport.

He was still one step too late.

Damn it.

Lucifer cursed under his breath. He hadn’t made it in time to catch the same flight as Cecilia Branford.

He had no choice but to take the next flight to Country J.

「Country J.」

After disembarking from the airplane and exiting the airport, Sophie Sullivan indeed saw the men Frank Mitchell had sent.

”Maniac, come with us.” The arrivals were two fierce-looking men.

One of them stretched out his hand to grab Sophie Sullivan’s arm, but she skillfully dodged him.

She coldly quirked the corner of her mouth. ”Since I’m here, I won’t try to run. What are you afraid of?”

The two men exchanged a glance and decided to let her be.

Sophie Sullivan got into the car and was immediately blindfolded with a black eye mask. She had no idea where the car was heading.

After an unknown amount of time, the car gradually stopped.

The door opened, and the eye mask was roughly yanked from her eyes.

”Get out,” one of the men ordered, his voice harsh.

Sophie Sullivan, her expression unchanged, got out of the car and scanned her surroundings. It was an underground parking lot. Before she could take a better look, the two men seized her by the arms and began to drag her.

”I can walk on my own.”

”Less talk!”

Sophie Sullivan silently clenched her teeth. She said nothing, allowing them to roughly drag her into the elevator.

When they reached the correct floor, she realized this was a hotel.

What did Frank Mitchell want by bringing her to a hotel?

Arriving at a suite’s doorstep, one of the men rang the doorbell.

In a while, someone opened the door.

The person glanced at Sophie Sullivan and sneered, ”Bring her in.”

Without a word, the two men pulled Sophie Sullivan to her feet and guided her inside the suite. The spacious suite had a distinct Country J style.

Frank Mitchell was seated cross-legged, wearing a loose robe, and leisurely brewing tea.

”Mister, we’ve brought her,” one of the men reported to Frank Mitchell.

Frank Mitchell remained unmoved. He focused on brewing the tea, apparently quite particular about the tea ceremony, until the final step was complete.

Tea was poured into the teacups, and its aroma filled the room.

He set down the teapot, raised his head, and looked at Sophie Sullivan. A smile touched his lips, and his tone was as gentle as if greeting an old friend, ”You’re here.”

Sophie Sullivan’s lips curled into a cold, sarcastic smile. ”With so many of your men here, are you still afraid of one woman? Tell them to release my arms.”

Frank Mitchell picked up a cup of tea and placed it on the table opposite her. ”You’re no ordinary woman.”

A woman capable of conquering Thomas Shannon must possess extraordinary qualities.

She is not to be underestimated.