"Do I need to remember that fellow's name?"
Lucifer pursed his lips, lowered his eyelids, and stared intently at Sophie Sullivan.
Sophie Sullivan was speechless.
He was so effeminate and devilishly charming, yet he possessed a surprisingly endearing contrast.
"Dear Cecilia, do I need to remember?"
Sophie Sullivan was left dumbfounded by his question. Suddenly, she waved her hand. "Up to you. If you want to remember, remember. If you don't, then forget it."
Lucifer's lips hooked into a smile, his long arm draping over her shoulder. "Alright, I'll listen to you."
「10 minutes later.」
The black convoy stopped in front of the hotel.
The car doors opened simultaneously. Emotionless men in black got out. Charlie River hurried to the back seat and pulled open the car door.
"Young Master, we've arrived."
Thomas Shannon stepped out of the car with his long legs.
His cold eyes swept around, his thin lips pressed into a tight line, signaling his anger.
