Pampered by My Secret Husband

He smiled and said, ”Young Master, this is the GPS ankle bracelet our Group previously developed.”

Ankle bracelet...

Thomas Shannon thought of Sophie Sullivan. He stretched out his hand, and Charlie River immediately handed over the ankle bracelet.

Looking at this ankle bracelet, although it appeared to be just an ankle bracelet, it was, in the end, not exquisite enough.

Sophie Sullivan would definitely not be interested in something like this.

He casually handed the ankle bracelet back to Charlie River, ”Go, have someone redesign it, and enhance the external appearance and unlocking performance.”

”Young Master, you mean...?” A custom design?

”A custom design, don’t you understand?”

Charlie River understood and immediately nodded, ”Yes, Young Master. I’ll get on it right away!”

It seemed that the ultimate owner of the ankle bracelet would be Sophie Sullivan.

That’s why the Young Master was so attentive.

Thomas Shannon flicked some cigarette ash and looked at Harry snuggled in his embrace. He chuckled softly, ”Harry, well done. Tonight you get two small dried fish as a reward.”

Harry let out a meow, raised his furry little head, and acted cute to get a pat on the head.

Patting Harry’s head, Thomas Shannon left the study room and walked toward the medical office.

Edward Benson’s leg injury had almost recovered.

The doctor had already permitted him to get off the bed and walk a few steps with a crutch.

”Thomas, you’re here?” Edward Benson, who was walking with a crutch with difficulty in the corridor, looked at the man walking toward him, lifted his head, and smiled, ”How did you find the time to come over?”

”I came to see you; how could I not find the time?” Thomas Shannon, seeing him drenched in sweat, raised an eyebrow, ”How’s the recovery going?”

”Not bad, I can walk a few steps these two days.”

Thomas Shannon glanced around but didn’t see Isla Stanley, ”Where is Isla?”

She wasn’t here taking care of Edward Benson; where had she run off to?

Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment flickered across Edward Benson’s face, but it quickly vanished, covered up by him, ”She was just bored staying here alone, so I let her go back.”

”Go back? Did she go back, or did you let her leave?” Thomas Shannon sneered, ”Bay King, you’re just too soft-hearted!”

He had already done so much for Isla Stanley; it was only natural for her to take care of him!

Moreover, without Edward Benson, Isla Stanley wouldn’t have escaped from the Presidential Mansion; her life would have long been surrendered at the Presidential Mansion.

Now not only she wasn’t grateful to Edward Benson, but she also abandoned him, which was truly ironic.

”Thomas, don’t blame her; I was the one who let her go.” Edward Benson gazed into a certain distance, lost in thought, ”Isla and I...cannot go back. It’s all because of my self-righteousness, my forcing. Thomas, Isla did not wrong me; it was always me who wronged her. Please don’t blame her; all the mistakes were caused by me.”

”Alright, I didn’t come to hear you talk about Isla.” Thomas Shannon timely stopped the topic, raised his hand, and rubbed his forehead, ”Your injury, what did the doctor say?”

Presidential Mansion.

Lillian Spencer, dressed in desert camouflage, stood in the sunshine, watching the female special agents training.

”Hurry up, haven’t you eaten?!”

She raised the horse whip in her hand and whipped it toward number 021, who was running at the end of the line.

With a crack, the skin broke open.

Sweat mixed with the wound, causing number 021 to tremble all over, almost dropping the log carried on her shoulders.

Lillian Spencer wore a gloomy face, ”Speed up, speed up! If you dawdle around and move slowly again, none of you will leave the training ground today!”