Leon Rivers’ head banged a few times against the wooden door of the private room. It hurt, he was absolutely not mistaken.

The woman with the covered face from years ago appeared in his mind, her figure, the rough outline of her face, and her long hair!

Damn, could it really be this coincidental? Or is Melody Thorne playing a joke on him?

No, definitely not.

Leon Rivers ran out of the private room like a madman, as if he had discovered an earth-shattering secret. The place where he had once had surgery was preserved intact. There must be clues, there must be clues to verify Melody Thorne’s words.

"Leon..." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Leon..." Timothy Lockwood and Harold Chapman called out to Leon Rivers several times.

"Probably just drunk again and suddenly remembered some woman waiting for him," Harold Chapman sneered.

"That’s really possible," Timothy Lockwood was very agreeable.

Leon Rivers has always been unfaithful everywhere, no one even knows how many women there are.

Jared Quinn exited the private room and walked down the corridor. At the dim corridor’s end, there were faint silhouettes, one he was most familiar with, and one he had seen before.

His footsteps drew near, just as he was about to approach, Melody Thorne’s voice reached his ears.

"Hans Montrose, don’t go, don’t go abroad, okay? I’m scared to be here alone. I’m scared of Jared Quinn, I’m scared I’ll die at his hands. I’m so scared, Hans Montrose.

I’m only staying by his side because I’m afraid he will hurt you. I don’t love him, believe me, I have never loved him. Will you stay with me?"

Melody Thorne’s eyes stared emptily at Hans Montrose’s chest, a chill deep in them, her hands tightly clasped together.

Someone got through Harold Chapman’s people and took Mr. Thorne away, not just Mr. Thorne but also Mrs. Thorne, using their lives to threaten her.

A sudden chill came from behind, enveloping the entire corridor in thick frost. Jared Quinn’s dark eyes were filled with a fury that seemed likely to obliterate everything around.

His sharp gaze could almost pierce through the two figures in front!

Melody Thorne’s parched throat continued to voice, "Hans Montrose, you said you would always be with me. How can you go back on your word?

How can you misunderstand me? You know clearly that the person I hate most is Jared Quinn. Every minute and every second around him has always been painful for me, I always feel like I’m dying, but only with you, only when I’m with you, I’m happy..."

The cold presence behind suddenly disappeared, the footsteps gradually receding...

Melody Thorne’s dazed gaze slowly lifted, showing disappointment towards the person in front, "Are you satisfied?"

"Melody," Hans Montrose suppressed his emotions, "I’m doing this for your own good."

Melody Thorne closed her eyes and fainted. Hans Montrose picked her up and left the bar.

Harold Chapman and Timothy Lockwood saw Jared Quinn, full of murderous intent, walk past the corridor from the crowd, his handsome face covered with frost.

"What happened? Did something happen?" Harold Chapman and Timothy Lockwood rushed over simultaneously.

"Jared,"

"Jared, what happened?"

"Get lost," the deep voice was laced with intense murderous intent, bursting out in a furious and cold shout.

"Jared."

Jared Quinn’s dark eyes turned scarlet, his strong sense of pride was like being hammered by a great chisel, each hit almost took his life, blood splattering, Melody Thorne’s words echoed in his ears.

You know clearly that the person I hate most is Jared Quinn, you know clearly that every minute and every second around him is painful for me...