When he realized he could no longer lose her, her words, eager to sever ties, were undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.
Thomas Shannon was not a magnanimous person; he wouldn't let her leave, and certainly wouldn't let her be involved with any other man.
She could only be his; her entire body was branded with the mark of Thomas Shannon.
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"Your Highness, Thomas Shannon has already left the borders of Country F. We don't know where he is now." Leo's back was soaked with sweat.
Lucifer, sitting on the sofa, held his hand on his forehead, eyes closed, and his thin lips tightly pressed.
The expression on his face was indecipherable, revealing neither joy nor anger.
Leo only felt an invisible pressure closing in on him, "Your Highness, Thomas Shannon's private jet was custom-made for him by K Group as a military-style private jet. If he wants to hide his whereabouts, unless we use satellite searches, there's no way we can track him with our resources."
