That girl, her voice sweet with a touch of shyness, who is she?
Where did she get Thomas Shannon's private number?
Sophie Sullivan had suspicions about her identity and was about to ask who she was when suddenly, her head was struck by a wet ball.
Thud!
Reflexively, she raised her hand to cover her forehead.
She didn't know when Thomas Shannon emerged from the water, arms resting on the edge of the swimming pool, his wet hair completely pulled back.
Exposing a full and smooth forehead, a handsome face, under the sunshine, the dazzling light refracted from the rippling water surface mirrored that evil expression.
On the phone, the girl's voice continued, "Hello, are you listening?"
Sophie irritably took off her sunglasses, glared at Thomas Shannon, who chuckled lightly, "Are you mad?"
"Your phone!"
Thomas Shannon raised an eyebrow indifferently, "No note, a girl."
