He thought it was Harold Chapman fooling him, turned around to leave, but suddenly heard a sound coming from the kitchen. Leon Rivers just assumed it was Melody Thorne in there, definitely not thinking about Jared Quinn.

"Sis-in-law, what delicious food have you made?" Leon Rivers immediately walked over,

his admiration for Melody Thorne’s cooking skills was absolute.

Just as he reached the door, he saw a sinister face, looking murderous.

"Jared?" Leon Rivers was a bit doubtful if he was seeing correctly,

he squinted his eyes to make sure, the man inside was tall and upright, wearing a white shirt and neat suit pants, unmistakably the decisive killing man, no doubt about it.

"Leon Rivers, are you tired of living?" Jared Quinn warned, glancing towards the bedroom, afraid that Leon Rivers’ voice might wake Melody Thorne.

"This is really unlike you," Leon Rivers’ expression changed dramatically, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the shrimp Jared Quinn was cooking. At this moment, he really wanted to gas himself to death, he absolutely wouldn’t believe it otherwise.

"If there’s nothing, then go out," Jared Quinn didn’t even give him a direct look,

men don’t understand these things.

"I actually do have something," Leon Rivers put away his startled expression, just stood outside the kitchen discussing business with Jared Quinn, all company-related matters, after all, Jared Quinn had been out for some time. Though Grandpa Quinn was personally overseeing things there,

still, many were concerned about where Jared Quinn had gone.

Then there’s the matter of collaborations between Quinn Corporation and many other major companies.

The two men squeezed themselves into the kitchen to finish talking business, thinking about it, Leon Rivers found it kind of funny.

Finally done with business, Jared Quinn chased him away.

Leon Rivers glanced back longingly at the dish Jared Quinn was cooking, turned around and left, not closing the room door in the living room.

He planned to come back later, pretending he had something else so that Melody Thorne would let him stay for dinner, such an opportunity was extremely rare.

Leon walked out, and a servant from the Seymour Family brought over a pot of nourishing soup, seeing no one inside, placed it on the table and left.

"Did you send it over?" Stella Seymour was sitting by the fishpond, watching the little fishes happily vying for fish food.

"I delivered it, it’s the soup she’s loved drinking these past days. Every time I bring it over, she drinks it. When I went in just now, she was probably still asleep, I used an insulated pot, so she will definitely drink it."

Luckily no one saw her going in.

"Remember how I taught you, right?" Stella Seymour curled her lips, "I’ll make a large sum of money go to your family, as long as you insist it was Clara Seymour who asked you to do it, I’ll secretly help you get her out,

but if you say something you shouldn’t, you should know how I’d deal with you." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

She wouldn’t be stupid enough to let Clara Seymour use her as a pawn; she could take care of the matter, but the blame must be shouldered by Clara Seymour.

"I remember, Miss Stella treats me so well, I wouldn’t say you asked me to do it even if it means dying."

"Good, not bad," Stella Seymour smiled and said, "Have someone watch, and notify me when there’s any movement inside."

"Okay."

After Jared Quinn finished cooking, he reviewed some files, until a long time had passed and Melody Thorne was still asleep. He walked into the bedroom and gently half-hugged the little lazy cat in bed to sit her up.