Chapter 1045 - 1048: You Want... You Want...

"We aren’t that ruthless," Melody Thorne said with a smile. "Since Mr. Night isn’t willing to do it for us, can we just have a look around, or maybe check out Mr. Night’s tools? I learned a bit elsewhere before and wanted to see if I could complete something today."

Leon Rivers and Jared Quinn’s eyes simultaneously fell on Melody Thorne, feeling a bit of a headache. There’s truly nothing she wouldn’t dare to say,

"You know how?" Mr. Night was a bit surprised.

"Yes, a bit, but it’s been a long time. I now only remember the process, never really tried it myself," Melody Thorne explained.

She really did know the process. Previously in Crestfall, she had seen it at the old Seymour Family place, but at the time thought it was fake, probably threw it into the trash,

She would have kept it had she known that making face masks was real.

Mr. Night looked at her with doubt, but since those things required special formulations, he wasn’t afraid of others seeing them, nor would others discover anything.

No one had seen it before.

But since it was something he knew well, the appearance of a little girl claiming to know it might’ve sparked his curiosity.

"Follow me."

Melody Thorne, holding the little one, followed along. Mr. Night’s place was huge, with his residence upstairs and his secret room downstairs. It was somewhat dim inside, with the white walls displaying various colored face masks, some with makeup applied,

only they couldn’t be used, having been made into specimens.

Melody Thorne looked curiously around. In the center was a milky white liquid flowing through a glass tube, along with various small tools, including an oven.

"Miss Thorne, no one has ever entered here, you can try it now," Mr. Night said, probing whether she was telling the truth, a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.

"Sis-in-law, if you’re joking, we can leave now," Leon Rivers spoke softly.

After all, even he, a genius, wouldn’t know how to do it.

"If I manage to do it, will you agree to stay apart from Chloe Summers for at least ten days?" Melody Thorne raised her proud chin.

Leon Rivers "...Forget it, I’m not betting with you."

"Leon Rivers, when did I ever live with you?" Chloe Summers angrily stomped on his shoe.

"Right, right, we’re not living together. Whatever you say is right," Leon Rivers looked at her dotingly, pulling her into his arms. "Can the two of you quiet down for a moment? I’m about to start, and I need to remember where to begin."

"Think, think," Leon Rivers covered Chloe Summers’ mouth,

Chloe Summers glared at him fiercely, "Leon Rivers, you just wait!"

Melody Thorne first glanced at those things, then under Mr. Night’s watchful gaze, began fiddling with them. She only remembered vaguely how it was done but wasn’t sure. In the end, she made a model based on her own understanding,

The more steps she took, the stronger Mr. Night’s murderous intent became, which Jared Quinn also noticed. He just didn’t stop Melody Thorne.

"The last step seems particularly complicated, I’ve already forgotten," Melody Thorne said, dazed in front of the stove.

If she put it in directly, it would surely get burned, leaving nothing behind.

There seemed to be something missing.