Jared Quinn looked at him thoughtfully, indifferent to Timmy’s ambition. After all, his future status would be very high, but he didn’t want to make it easy for him. "If you want the whole world, go fight for it yourself."

Timmy, "...Alright, anyway, I haven’t planned on inheriting my stuff. Being an heir is too exhausting."

Jared Quinn, "..."

"Dad," Timmy motioned Jared Quinn to bend down and cautiously said, "I just saw Grandma sneakily enter your study."

Jared Quinn and Melody Thorne’s expressions immediately changed.

"Timmy, don’t keep paying attention to Grandma from now on. It’s not good," Melody Thorne crouched down, fearing that this matter might negatively affect Timmy, considering they were all family.

"Oh, I understand," Timmy yawned, "I’m going upstairs to sleep. I’m so tired."

"Go on," Melody Thorne patted his little head.

Timmy turned back reluctantly, "Are you sure you don’t want to come up and sleep with me?"

"Hurry up," Jared Quinn shielded him away,

Timmy huffed, turned around, and went upstairs.

Jared Quinn and Melody Thorne entered the study; there were no signs of it being disturbed, except a document on the shelf was missing. It was a record of the Quinn Corporation’s operations and important core details, which could harm the Quinn Corporation if it fell into someone else’s hands.

"What do we do now?"

"Wait and see."

Early in the morning, Simon Sutton called saying there was a problem at the company, and Jared Quinn needed to go over immediately.

"Jared Quinn," Melody Thorne whispered softly at his ear,

Jared Quinn used to wake up very early, but today he hadn’t shown any sign of waking up.

"Jared Quinn," Melody Thorne raised her voice,

She pushed his body with both hands and sat on his waist.

"Suddenly," Jared Quinn’s eyes snapped open, his dark gaze like an endless abyss, making it impossible to see through or understand,

Melody Thorne’s heart skipped a beat as she met his gaze, because there was no trace of her in Jared Quinn’s eyes, only a thick, profound blackness.

"Jared Quinn?" Melody Thorne felt an ominous premonition, her heart was pounding.

Jared Quinn’s eyes fell on her face, then he easily pushed her away with his big hand, his indifferent eyes showing no emotion, "Who are you?"

The sudden question struck Melody Thorne like lightning, her hand cautiously caressing his arm, "What’s wrong with you?"

Jared Quinn’s gaze shifted faintly, his handsome features carrying a trace of wickedness, three fingers lifting her chin, "Not bad, you made it to my bed."

"Are you having an episode?" Melody Thorne looked at him as if looking at a stranger, because Jared Quinn had never looked at her the way he looked at other women, with disdain and wickedness, the entire demeanor mixed with ambition and seductiveness, like a playboy full of ambition.

Jared Quinn didn’t answer her, getting out of bed, he pulled off the towel in front of her, swept through the clothes in the closet, and none were satisfactory. He picked a black shirt, suit pants, paired with a long British style trench coat, and black boots, like a black panther full of wickedness.

That face was sharp and unyielding, completely like a different person.

It wasn’t until the bedroom door closed that Melody Thorne reacted, changing clothes and shoes, she called Leon Rivers,