CHAPTER 155: CHAPTER 155: I DIDN’T WANT TO HURT MY HANDS

She finally turned into a chaotic bar and specifically asked to enter a private room. Not just anyone could enter that room, and the people inside were not to be messed with.

There were people with a criminal record. When she asked to enter the room, the receptionist gave her a couple of extra glances.

Melody Thorne opened the door and went in.

Two minutes later, there was no sound from inside.

Five minutes later, a woman’s pitiful voice began to scream from within.

Six minutes later, the screaming grew weaker.

"Bang-" The door to the room was violently kicked open. A few men in plain clothes burst in. The room was dark and the smell of blood was overwhelming, so the three men who had been following Melody Thorne went straight in, searching the room.

The lights in the room were turned on. Seeing the situation inside, the men exclaimed and were knocked unconscious and fell to the ground.

Melody Thorne stood there unharmed. Seeing the three men fall, she coldly instructed, "Take them away and lock them up."

"Yes, Miss, don’t worry."

After dealing with those men, Melody Thorne sent a message out. She didn’t know who the recipient was, but her father and mother had given her this number, telling her to use it as a master key in case of need. She had never used it before, but she thought of it just while driving.

When she called, no one answered, but after she sent a text, the person immediately replied saying going to that bar would solve the problem.

[Thanks]She replied with just those two words, and there was no response.

Melody Thorne drove to a place and used some money from the Thorne Group to register a company, using just enough for this, but she was still short of a significant amount for short-term operation.

So, she needed money...

An hour later, Melody Thorne returned to the Quinn Family home.

Seeing her walking back, the butler couldn’t help but be worried, "Ma’am, did the car break down?"

Melody Thorne walked in. In the hall, a dignified man sat on the sofa, busy with something, but he didn’t look pleased.

Upon hearing the butler’s voice, Jared Quinn indifferently lifted his head to look at the woman seemingly eager to grow wings and fly away.

"No, it’s not" Melody Thorne arched her brow slightly and sat on a sofa farther from Jared Quinn, hugging a pillow, and said casually, "I sold it."

The butler "...".

Jared Quinn "...Why did you sell it?"

"It was an eyesore, so I sold it," Melody Thorne spoke naturally, "You have so many cars in your garage. It’s not like one less will matter."

Jared Quinn stood up, eyes deep as if seeing through everything, and strode toward Melody Thorne. "If it was an eyesore, you could’ve smashed it to scrap."

"My hands would hurt."

Jared Quinn stopped in front of her and tossed his entire cardholder to her, "Next time, hire someone to smash it for you."

Melody Thorne caught it and threw it into the trash, "I’m not crazy."

"Are you implying that I am?"

Seeing the two about to argue again, the butler quickly brought them two glasses of water, "Young Master, Madam, the old master said it’s natural for couples to bicker while building their relationship, but be sure to drink some water first to avoid dry mouths from arguing..."

Melody Thorne "..."

"Young Master," two people entered from outside, glancing at Melody Thorne before whispering something in Jared Quinn’s ear. His expression changed abruptly, and he turned to look at the young woman on the sofa.