Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 832: Chapter 834: Why Should I Help If She’s Not My Woman?

”Yes, Young Master.”

In less than five minutes, Charlie River found out where the three of them were dining.

”Go to the restaurant.”

The black Lincoln fleet quickly turned around.

In the membership-based western restaurant, a band was playing melodious violin music live.

The sound of the violin was melodious, drifting in the sky.

The three of them were dining, occasionally talking softly, joking and laughing.

Thomas Shannon saw this scene from afar, his handsome face as cold as ice.

How much face does Jim Jones have to need two women to accompany him for dinner?

What kind of look is Sophie Sullivan giving, staring straight at Jim Jones?

Damn it!

”Young Master, aren’t you going in?” Charlie River asked softly from the side.

Thomas Shannon held Harry in one hand and took out his mobile phone with the other, giving him a cold look, ”What’s it to you?”

Charlie River hurriedly admitted his mistake, ”Young Master, I overstepped.”

Thomas Shannon kept his eyes fixed on Sophie Sullivan’s table and called William Guillen.

”Lan Singh, come over.”

William Guillen had just picked up the phone when he heard this out-of-context statement, leaving him confused, ”What do you mean?”

”I’m at the restaurant. I’ll send you the address later, come over immediately.”

”What’s going on that’s so urgent?”

”Fluffy Zane is being harassed by a man.”

Upon hearing this, William Guillen frowned, ”Did you see it?”

That woman really never lets anyone rest easy!

Hasn’t she learned her lesson from what happened at the bar last night?

”Hmm.” Thomas Shannon was about to hang up the phone.

William Guillen’s anxious voice came through, ”Thomas, since you’re there, why don’t you help?”

”She’s not my woman, why should I help?”

With that, Young Master Shannon mercilessly hung up the phone.

William Guillen cursed under his breath, grabbed his suit jacket, and walked out. The secretary was just about to deliver an urgent file to the President’s Office when the door to the office opened, and William Guillen rushed out like the wind.

The secretary called after him, ”President, there’s a document that requires your immediate...”

”Leave it!”

With those words, William Guillen’s shadow had already disappeared into the elevator.

The three of them were chatting and having dinner, Sophie Sullivan put down her knife and fork, picked up the red wine, and gently shook it, noticing the details.

Jim Jones’s gaze was almost entirely on Fluffy Zane, treating her with great care.

A man like that, if not genuinely interested, can only be said to have a deep game.

Clearly, Jim Jones belonged to the former category. Only men like William Guillen, who have played through the flower bush, would use tactics.

”Fennie, you’ve been looking at me. Do I have dirt on my face?” Fluffy Zane finally noticed something was off about Sophie Sullivan and put down her knife and fork, raised her hand to touch her face.

She felt nothing.

Sophie Sullivan chuckled softly, ”I was looking at Jim Jones. He hasn’t looked directly at me, making me wonder if I’m too ugly and scared him.”

At close range, the scars on Sophie Sullivan’s face could still be seen.

Although they were partially obscured by her hair, they were inevitably exposed to the public’s view while she was dining.

Jim Jones, upon hearing this, put down his knife and fork, picked up a napkin and gently wiped the corner of his mouth, his smile refined, ”How could that be? Don’t belittle yourself, you’re not ugly at all. On the contrary, I know you’re very beautiful.”

Sophie Sullivan noted his last remark, that he knew she was beautiful, but was it not the kind he liked?

”And what about Fluffy?” She rested her chin in her hand and looked at Fluffy Zane.

Jim Jones was taken aback at first, then lowered his head and began to laugh softly, somewhat abashed, ”Fluffy is also very charming.”