Chapter 1020 - 1023: You’re Stooping Too Low to Hit Him Yourself

"Hmm," Melody Thorne tugged at the corner of her mouth. Hans Montrose had threatened her before, so she didn’t know how to start.

Likewise, Kiki Sutton lowered her head.

"Sis, mind if we sit with you?" Stella Seymour had already walked over, bringing Hans Montrose to sit down.

No one spoke at the table, and Melody Thorne kept sipping her drink.

"Sis, aren’t you afraid of needing to pee after drinking so much?"

Melody Thorne wanted to slap her dead, knowing full well about everything between her and Hans Montrose, yet they still made her sit together.

"How’s your illness?" Melody Thorne looked at Hans Montrose.

"It’s cured," Hans Montrose said blandly.

"Sis, I already told Uncle, asking to recruit Hans Montrose anew, so don’t feel awkward anymore. He’s going to be my man!" Stella Seymour declared boldly.

Hans Montrose’s life was saved by Stella Seymour, so he didn’t refute her words. The group chatted for a while.

Melody Thorne and Kiki Sutton prepared to go back, Kiki went to get the car, while Melody stood at the storefront waiting. Suddenly, a car driving on the street headed straight for Melody Thorne.

"Melody, watch out!" Kiki Sutton screamed.

Before Melody Thorne could react, a pair of large hands scooped her into an embrace, quickly dodging, and brushed past the car.

"Are you okay?" Jared Quinn let her go, his ink-black eyes sweeping over the car.

"I’m fine," Melody Thorne was just scared, "Why are you here?"

Blood was seeping from Jared Quinn’s arm, scratched by the car hood.

"You’re bleeding!"

"It’s just a little scratch, no big deal."

"Melody, what just happened? That car seemed like it was going to hit you!" Kiki Sutton got out of the car and ran over.

"I don’t know either. Jared Quinn’s arm is bleeding. I’ll take him back first."

"Okay."

At the villa, Jared Quinn simply bandaged the wound; it’s not a big deal.

"Does it hurt?" Melody Thorne blew twice over it.

"Master, someone had the nerve to hit you. I’ll avenge you right away!" Jenson Ona spoke angrily.

"Do you know who it was?" Melody Thorne turned her head.

"Master, I know, it was Donovan Hawthorne. The brothers in the underworld got a notice, saying to buy your life. If I hadn’t noticed early, Master, you might already be dead!" Jenson Ona spoke in a rough voice.

"Donovan Hawthorne? Where is he?"

"I’ve already locked him up, Master!"

Melody Thorne saw Donovan Hawthorne locked up by Jenson Ona. He was kept in a cage with a female dog on purpose by Jenson!

"Let me out!" Donovan Hawthorne roared angrily, his eyes bloodshot; he’d never been humiliated like this before!

"Jenson, let him out!"

"Yes."

Melody Thorne picked up a whip from the side; how could Grandpa Hawthorne have sired such a son? Dammit, not a bit of brains, so eager to be exploited.

"Melody Thorne, you can’t whip me. I’m from the Hawthorne Family; I have a noble status!"

"Snap" Melody Thorne’s whip lashed over, "You’re a son of the Hawthorne Family? Noble status? Now that Commander Hawthorne is dead, your family is in shambles, divided and chaotic. Who still cares about the Hawthorne Family?"

"Master, Master, it’s beneath you to hit him, let me do it," Jenson Ona looked tenderly at his Master’s delicate little hands, too fair and tender for hitting.