Melody Thorne opened the door to the private room and walked out. Just then, she received a call and answered, "Hello."
"Miss, when exactly are you going to send over the money?" The man's voice on the other end was tinged with a bit of a sob.
"Didn't I already send it over?" Melody Thorne frowned and hailed a taxi to leave.
"When was that?" The person on the other end was really crying. The key issue was that the man behind him, radiating layers of cold fury, was staring at him. If he delayed any longer, would he even get to keep his life?
Melody Thorne sneered, "Is there a man with you who's been urging you to call me?"
"Yes," the man glanced back, then quickly turned his head around, his spine straightened, cold sweat pouring.
"That's right then," Melody Thorne chuckled, "That's my husband. Actually, we're having a quarrel, and he'll cover that one thousand bucks."
"......"
