Timmy’s gaze was cold as he looked around. He picked up a weapon that had just fallen to the ground and stepped hard on the man’s hand, pressing the weapon against the leader’s neck expressionlessly. "I heard that in Crestfall, it’s not illegal for children to kill."

"Rude, rude kid, what do you want to do? Quick, quickly put it down, this isn’t something you should play with," the man fearfully stared at Timmy.

What the hell, how is this a child? That composed, murderous expression almost rivals that of a professional assassin.

"Call me Young Master Timmy," Timmy said, his eyes as cold and black as Jared Quinn’s.

"Yes, yes, Young Master Timmy," the man was already at a loss for words out of fright. Here, if a child kills, it’s definitely not illegal; they don’t understand anything, and there’s no way to punish them.

"Scared, huh?" Timmy sneered disdainfully. When someone threatened Jared Quinn with a knife to his neck when he was young, he wasn’t this scared. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"You, you put the knife down first," the man stared wide-eyed.

"I can put it down, but I need you to be my bodyguards. I need to go somewhere now. If I can get in, I’ve got enough money and definitely won’t shortchange you."

The group was stunned by Timmy’s words.

What has the world come to? They was good with child trafficking, and now they’ve become bodyguards.

Timmy’s eyes darkened for a second. He must find Melody Thorne and ask her why she didn’t take him when she left.

The Seymour Family.

Hans Montrose lingered, not leaving, and Melody Thorne pretended to have fainted. Eventually, she fell asleep while pretending.

When she opened her eyes, it was already the next morning. Melody Thorne sat blankly on the bed. The door suddenly opened from outside, and Hans Montrose entered wearing a formal white suit.

The servants following him carried a long white wedding dress in their hands, and from her angle, she could see the exquisitely made dress and its carefully designed style.

"This was prepared for us by the Seymour old master. Try it on," Hans Montrose said, his slender, almond-shaped eyes smiling at her,

While the suit he wore was exactly for the wedding day, fitting perfectly.

Melody Thorne’s gaze fell on the wedding dress. She thought her fainting would at least delay time, but it had zero effect.

"Just leave it here. I’ll try it on tonight when I’m in a better mood," Melody Thorne said without much expression.

She didn’t react intensely but agreed to try on the dress at night. Hans Montrose’s almond eyes flashed with bright light, his voice hoarse, "Alright, wait until you’re in a better mood tonight, let’s go eat first."

"Okay," Melody Thorne found some clothes, changed in the bathroom, and came out.

Hans Montrose’s eyes were constantly on her, filled with deep satisfaction, immensely satisfied with the moment.

Melody Thorne quietly ate breakfast, even accepting what Hans Montrose served her.

Her response made Hans Montrose uncontrollably happy and excited; as long as Melody Thorne didn’t reject him, it was the best.

"I want to go inside Crestfall for a walk," Melody Thorne said this sentence without much expression.

The radiant glow that had just appeared in Hans Montrose’s eyes instantly dimmed, but this was the first request from Melody Thorne.

"Alright, after we eat, let’s go out. I’ve stayed in Crestfall for two years; I’m familiar with wherever you want to go or play."