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

Melody Thorne stared at the wine glass on the table. "I remember I just slapped that person, so why are so many people saying I was cruel to them?"

Could there be two of her?

"Alright, more people will come to the bar soon, let’s go, let’s go," Nina King said as she led her outside.

The place is still in business. It’s impossible to spot anything. It’s been cleaned up a long time ago.

The two left the bar, and Melody Thorne walked behind, lost in thought, not noticing anything unusual about the bar. Suddenly, a large hand covered her mouth.

When Nina turned around, Melody Thorne was already gone.

"Melody, Melody Thorne," Nina turned around to look for her, almost scared out of her wits, but there was no sign of Melody Thorne.

In a panic, she called Jared Quinn.

Melody Thorne’s mouth was covered with a towel, which had a strong scent of drugs, but it seemed ineffective on her.

The person who took her was clever enough not to lead her outside but returned to the bar, took her to a room, and sprayed something on her face. Melody Thorne pretended to wake up.

There were several men standing in front of her.

"Awake?" A man stepped in front of Melody Thorne, pinching her chin, staring at her face as if seeing another face through hers.

"Aren’t you afraid Jared Quinn will find out when you abduct me?" Melody Thorne said sternly, staring at the man in front.

To her memory, she didn’t remember meeting them.

"Afraid, of course afraid, but we won’t do anything to you," the man in front with a long scar on his face took a computer. "You just need to post a tweet saying that it was indeed you who hit someone and cut their throat in the bar that day, and I’ll let you leave."

"Is such a small request worth all this trouble?" Melody Thorne scoffed. "Even if I die, I want to understand why. I want to know who I offended. Was everything in the bar planned by you that day?"

"No, we just happened to see the truth, that’s all,"

The man pushed the computer towards her. "Post it, the sooner you post, the sooner you can escape, saving you from physical harm."

Melody Thorne turned her head to the side. Posting it would be indirectly admitting it. She didn’t cut that person’s throat, so how could she take the fall?

"Don’t want to post?" The man raised an eyebrow, put down the computer, and took a needle. "Do you know what this is? It’s a drug, a kind that makes people obedient. I can inject you with it, making you hit people again, or post online. So you’d better not fight it. Before Jared Quinn’s people find you, you must post it."

Melody Thorne looked at the needle with a flash of panic in her eyes. "My hands are tied. How can I post it?"

"Smart people get it," the man untied her hands and handed her the computer.

Melody Thorne thought to herself, if she hits someone again, she must look carefully!

"Hurry up."

Melody Thorne opened the website and logged into her Twitter account, typing word by word.

"Speed it up," the man glanced at the time.

"Found her location," Harold Chapman had been locking onto every account that could locate Melody Thorne, combined with location information, only to find she’s still in the bar.