She turned her head to look at the maids behind her, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. "All of you, attack together."
"Yes!"
The maids, with an imposing air, charged Sophie Sullivan in unison.
Sophie Sullivan knew she was outnumbered. She loosened her grip on the maid she held, pushed her forward, and then slipped away through the opening.
Minimus Hart remained unfazed. "Catch her!"
"Yes." The maids lifted their skirt hems and pursued her.
Young Master Thomas Shannon had just pulled Harry into his arms when he heard a flurry of chaotic footsteps approaching.
Looking up, he saw the maniac running down the staircase, stumbling as she went.
She looked utterly disheveled as she fled.
"Maniac," Thomas Shannon's cold eyes narrowed, his tone unconsciously chilling by several degrees, "what are you doing?"
Sophie Sullivan, heedless of the consequences, ran straight to Thomas Shannon's side, the maids chasing her down from behind.
