Just as she was about to text Coco Lester, the outside suddenly quieted down a bit, and a gentle voice came through the door.
"Who won't you let go?"
The surprised and joyful voice of the shop owner came from outside: "Your Excellency, The Pope!"
Melody Nelson heard Henry Ford's voice, and her face changed slightly, a hint of caution flashed through.
Regarding Henry Ford, she still held him in high esteem. She grew up listening to his stories; this man was like a god in Lincoln Town, with influence even surpassing King Christopher Lester among the people.
Why did he come to a small shop like this?
A trace of regret passed across Melody Nelson's face.
Accompanying Henry Ford was an exceptionally handsome and elegant man. Wearing a black suit, his figure was long and straight, his face as cold and austere as a marble sculpture, exuding an air of aloofness.
Seeing that man, Melody was even more surprised, "John, why are you here?"
