My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!

The reporter inexplicably felt a bit guilty when meeting Melody Thorne’s gaze, but promptly spoke, "I’m also a fan of Miss Thorne, I just want to prove your innocence."

"Does my innocence need you to prove it?" Melody Thorne began to latch onto the reporter, "With so many reporters here, you’re the loudest. It’s not impossible for me to prove something right now, but if you keep insisting, even after I’ve proven it and you see my stomach, will you just write an article?"

Although the person was uneasy, he was the first to know about the news from the Quinn Family, and there was absolutely no mistake. Melody Thorne was just trying to intimidate him now.

"If the news is not true, I won’t be a reporter anymore; I’ll work for you like a horse or an ox. But if it proves you were indeed giving birth recently, then you must leave the entertainment industry!"

This reporter was clearly well-prepared.

"That’s impossible, Melody is an artist, how can she expose her stomach in such a public place?" Nina King saw the situation was off and quickly intervened.

"Agent King, aren’t you overreacting a bit?" the reporter replied, "Look inside the banquet, some people have their entire back exposed, so what?"

"Exactly, some are even wearing transparent clothes."

Nina’s face turned livid, "You all shouldn’t forget, Melody is Jared’s woman, do you think you have the eyes to see even if you want to?"

Everyone’s expression changed upon hearing Jared’s name.

"Nina, bring a pair of scissors," Melody Thorne extended her hand.

Exposing her belly really wasn’t a big deal.

"But..."

"Bring it."

Nina looked at her stomach with a bit of trepidation and handed her a pair of scissors, were they really going to cut the dress?

It was clear she’d given birth, there shouldn’t be any scars.

The reporters’ eyes were glued to Melody Thorne; as long as she slightly lifted the clothing over her stomach, what would appear was skin as white as jade, but that definitely didn’t look like someone who’d given birth.

"Miss Thorne, you’re only showing a little, how can we see clearly?" the reporters teased.

Just as Melody Thorne’s hand was about to pull a bit more, a gust of cold wind swept by, and the speaking reporter was suddenly kicked away.

The kick was unclear, the reporter embarrassingly landed on the ground, a bloody corner on his mouth.

Melody Thorne turned her head, a suit jacket landed on her shoulder, wrapping even her entire upper body, and she looked up to see an extremely angry face.

"Jared hit someone."

The surrounding reporters quickly backed away.

They even forgot to take photos of this scene.

"Let’s go," Jared Quinn grabbed Melody Thorne’s hand and was about to leave.

"Wait," Melody Thorne’s hand tugged on Jared’s sleeve, the coldness in her eyes disappeared.

"Hmm?" Jared Quinn, still carrying unextinguished anger, turned his head.

How could his woman be seen by other men, even a bit of skin was unacceptable.

"He just said he’d work for me like a horse or an ox," Melody Thorne pointed at the reporter Jared had kicked to the ground, like a child finding a teacher to complain to.

"Hmm," Jared Quinn turned around.

As he stood there, the surroundings fell silent, his powerful aura suppressing the entire venue.

The women around looked at this scene with stars in their eyes, protecting a woman could be so handsome!

"Get up, stop pretending," Nina King pulled the reporter lying on the ground up, "Melody, you say what should be done."