Pampered by My Secret Husband

During the two days Sophie Sullivan was recuperating, Thomas Shannon received a phone call. His expression changed drastically, and he immediately set out to return to his country.

He left some men in black in Country F to continue monitoring Sophie.

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Returning to Country A, Thomas Shannon hurried to the Presidential Mansion as soon as he left the airport.

At the heavily guarded Presidential Mansion, the sentinel intercepted the black Lincoln convoy at the doorway.

Thomas Shannon lowered the car window, ”I want to see Lillian Spencer.”

The sentinel looked apologetic, ”Sorry, Young Master Shannon, without Miss’s order, you cannot enter.”

Thomas Shannon sneered coldly, took out his mobile phone, and made a call to the President.

The secretary answered the call, and upon hearing that Thomas Shannon was intercepted at the door, the secretary took charge and ordered the sentinel to let him through.

Upon receiving the phone call and orders, the sentinel saluted apologetically, ”Sorry, Young Master Shannon. Please proceed.”

Training ground.

Autumn had already set in, yet the training ground was still ablaze with the scene of vigorous training.

Wearing camouflage, Lillian Spencer donned sunglasses, holding a horse whip which occasionally struck the ground, kicking up some dust.

”Why are you dawdling, haven’t you eaten?” As she spoke, she kicked a female agent running at the end of the group, knocking her to the ground.

The female agent climbed up without complaint, gritting her teeth and catching up with the group.

When Thomas Shannon arrived at the training ground, Lillian Spencer was fiercely beating an exhausted female agent.

She had learned kickboxing and boxing, her powerful fist striking the female agent, causing her body to curl up in pain and roll on the ground.

”Miss, Young Master Shannon is here,” the guard whispered.

Lillian Spencer straightened up, rubbed her wrist, and the corner of her mouth curved into a subtle, barely noticeable arc, ”What brings Young Master Shannon here?”

Thomas Shannon had a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, unruly and aloof, he did not beat around the bush with Lillian Spencer, ”I want Edward Benson.”

”It’s quite strange, you come to me looking for a friend.” Lillian Spencer removed her sunglasses and casually threw them to a guard nearby, accepting a towel from a servant and wiping her face, ”Do you know Edward Benson?”

The guards glanced at each other, all shook their heads, ”No idea.”

”Has this person ever been to the Presidential Mansion?”

”In regards to Miss, no, he hasn’t.”

Lillian Spencer shrugged, her expression apologetic, yet her smile was decidedly provocative, ”Young Master Shannon, as you heard, there’s no person named Edward Benson here at the Presidential Mansion. You’ve come to the wrong place.”

Thomas Shannon lifted his hand and took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, exhaling a smoke ring as he coldly sneered, taking two steps forward to stand before Lillian Spencer.

Looking down, he gazed at her, ”Lillian Spencer, it’s me, Thomas Shannon, who owes you a favor, this has nothing to do with others. Whatever moves you have, feel free to target me.”

”I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

”Do you not understand, or are you pretending to be stupid?” Thomas Shannon sneered, then turned to Charlie River, ”Charlie, contact His Excellency the President, and say I’ve encountered a tricky problem and need his help.”

Charlie River immediately nodded, ”Yes, Young Master, I’ll call His Excellency the President right away.”

Lillian Spencer lowered her head, then began to laugh, her laughter gradually growing louder, she disdainfully glanced at Thomas Shannon, ”Go ahead and ask my father for help, even if you dig three feet into the Presidential Mansion, there isn’t someone named Edward Benson here, there simply isn’t!”

Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes narrowed dangerously, if Lillian Spencer wasn’t lying, then where is Bay King now?

”Lillian Spencer, whether there’s someone or not, wouldn’t it make sense to check?”