Timmy was solely focused on how to quickly locate Melody Thorne’s position in Crestfall, so he didn’t notice behind him. In his hand was a map display device, and the map showed the geographical location of the so-called Seymour Family. He just needed to head there.

Walking out of the airport, Timmy headed towards a taxi intending to go over. He didn’t need to carry cash because the magnetic patch on his watch was an identity verification. He simply took things, and all payments were covered by the Quinn Corporation, courtesy of his grandfather.

It was for the day he got lost and had no money to spend. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Where are you going?" Seeing a little child, the driver couldn’t help but be a bit surprised.

"To the Seymour Family," Timmy reported the location.

The driver was slightly surprised by the reported location, and his attitude immediately became respectful, assuming Timmy was some young master of the Seymour Family. "Please, please."

"You brat, where do you want to go by taxi?" The four people who had been following him all along came over, one of them in the lead picking him up with one hand. "Are you daring not to listen to your father?"

"Let go of me!" Timmy angrily spoke, his self-esteem heavy, yet he was lifted up just like that, revealing the deep psychological shadow he bore.

"Hurry up and come back with me!" The man picked up Timmy and left, in a spot where the driver couldn’t see, a large hand covered his mouth!

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Melody Thorne stayed quietly in her room for two consecutive days, looking at those so-called family rules. Only then did she realize that the Seymour Family’s regulations are extraordinarily strict, even harsher than military criminal laws.

"Miss Seymour, you can go for a walk now," the servant opened the room door, looking at her with increasing disdain.

In their eyes, Melody Thorne was nothing but a pretty face, unable to compare with Stella Seymour and the others!

Melody Thorne closed the book, strode over and kicked the servant in the knee.

The servant screamed and fell to the ground, wanting to open her mouth to ask Melody Thorne what she had done wrong and why she kicked her, but upon meeting Melody Thorne’s gaze, she involuntarily closed her mouth. The rule here is no matter when, the owner’s punishment of servants requires no reason.

Hitting is hitting, and the servant must reflect on their mistakes.

Seeing the resentful yet silent servant on the ground, Melody Thorne sneered as she walked out of the room. Knowing a few family rules was indeed beneficial.

Her status here should be the highest except for the old man.

"Where are Levin Thorne and the others? Take me to them," Melody Thorne said coldly.

"This requires the old man’s consent," the two servants said, lowering their heads.

Melody Thorne’s eyes flashed with cold light, stepping forward, "You seem to have provoked me again, what should I do?"

Seeing the deliberately provocative light in her eyes, the two servants still stepped back, pointing to the other side. "We just saw Miss Stella and several other ladies take Levin Thorne and the others to the horse farm."

Melody Thorne headed in the direction the servant pointed.

Stella Seymour was sitting with a few women, giggling, while Levin Thorne and Mrs. Thorne stood in the middle of the horse farm. Some riders deliberately circled around them, while others charged straight at them, intentionally stopping just before hitting them!

Mrs. Thorne shivered in Levin Thorne’s arms, screaming from time to time, her throat already hoarse.

Melody Thorne clenched her fingers together tightly; Levin Thorne had raised her from a young age, yet he was being humiliated like this!