Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 657: Chapter 660: Do you know how you’re treating me, Young Master? [Monthly ticket extra update]

Even Minimus Hart couldn’t escape misfortune, let alone a maid who wasn’t even a leader. The consequences of offending Sophie Sullivan were the most brutal outcome. The maid weighed her options in her heart before whispering to Minimus Hart, ”Sister Minnie, I’m sorry.”

Minimus Hart gave an indifferent tug at the corner of her mouth. ”You have no choice either.”

”It’s good that Sister Minnie understands.” The maid picked up the rope from the ground. Minimus Hart stretched out both hands, and the maid bound her wrists.

Sophie Sullivan remained on her horse the entire time, looking down and supervising. ”Tie her tightly,” she ordered. ”If you don’t do a good job, I’ll have someone tie you up too.”

Upon hearing this, the maid immediately nodded. ”I can tie her well!”

The words slipped out, revealing her fear of being tied up herself.

Minimus Hart scoffed again. Coward!

”Are you defiant?” Sophie Sullivan asked with a faint smile, her gaze fixed on Minimus Hart.

With Thomas Shannon not here, Minimus Hart no longer needed to hide her feelings. She sneered, ”You’re only throwing your weight around because of Young Master.”

”Have you ever wondered why Thomas Shannon lets me throw my weight around using his name, and not you?”

Sophie Sullivan cruelly stated the truth, ”Because Thomas Shannon loves me, Minimus Hart, not you. So what if half my face is disfigured? Thomas Shannon still loves me.”

Minimus Hart’s chest swelled with anger. She suppressed it, her voice low and heavy. ”You’d better pray Young Master’s current fascination with you lasts.”

”No, you should be praying for yourself. Pray that you’re still alive by the time Thomas Shannon’s fascination with me fades.”

Such arrogance!

Minimus Hart sneered, her eyes dark and gloomy, like a vengeful ghost from midnight, exuding a chilling aura.

But Sophie Sullivan had died once already. Threats like these couldn’t scare her.

She frowned slightly. ”Is she tied up yet?”

”Yes, Maniac,” replied the servant, pulling the rope tight. Holding the rest of the rope, she stood there, looking up at Sophie Sullivan, unsure what to do next.

She waited for Sophie’s next command.

Sophie Sullivan extended a hand, pointing to a shackle that had been prepared in advance. ”Tie the other end of the rope here.”

”Wh- What?!”

The maid thought she had misheard. In addition to the saddle, Gabriel had another set of ropes on him. Sophie Sullivan brushed them with her hand.

The ropes fell from near Gabriel’s tail, conspicuously revealing a shackle among them.

”What are you dawdling for? Tie it!”

The maid, trembling, apologized to Minimus Hart. ”Sister Minnie, I’m sorry. I’m being forced to do this...”

The maid spoke with a sob in her voice as she securely tied the end of the rope to the shackle.

By now, if they still didn’t understand Sophie Sullivan’s intentions, they would truly be fools.

She intended to drag Minimus Hart!

Dragging someone was simply cruel. The victim would be pulled by a galloping horse, scraping along the ground. Their skin would gradually be abraded until it was crushed and mangled. That kind of pain was unbearable for an ordinary person. It was almost no different from death by a thousand cuts.

Minimus Hart’s face was taut, her hands bound tightly. She defiantly lifted her head and looked at Sophie Sullivan, who sat arrogantly on her horse. ”Sophie,” she said, ”does Young Master know you’re treating me like this?”

As expected, she brought up Thomas Shannon again.

However, Sophie Sullivan was unfazed. ”Do you know what Thomas Shannon said to me before he left?”

Minimus Hart narrowed her eyes. ”What did he say?”