Nothing could ever be hidden from him under his very eyes. He lay low, merely waiting for the right opportunity. Now, she has finally dug her own grave... Her death is not far off...
The woman's weeping and wailing made Thomas Shannon furrow his brows in disgust. He kicked Minimus Hart away; she had been kneeling at his feet, blocking his way.
Minimus Hart's body flew like a broken kite as she was kicked to the ground.
She struggled to get up, clutching her chest with a pained expression, then spat out a mouthful of blood.
Thomas Shannon coldly retracted his gaze and strode out of the study room.
Charlie River was waiting by the doorway. "Young Master."
"Take her away."
"Young Master, you're not going to punish her?" Charlie River asked in surprise.
"She still has her uses." Fennie's toy can't be discarded so easily.
Charlie River indicated he understood, then pushed open the door to the study room and dragged Minimus Hart away.
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