The man in black was highly trained; even a slap didn't faze him.
Sheryl Lancaster, frustrated, stomped upstairs and dialed Luna Lancaster's phone.
"Sis, where on earth have you been? Why haven't you called these days? I even thought you went missing."
"What about the things I asked you to do?" Sheryl's face looked quite displeased. "And check if Jared Quinn has been busy lately."
"Of course, he's busy. Melody Thorne's probably by his side every day now, and a few days ago I intended to teach her a lesson, but who knew it backfired."
"What do you mean by Melody Thorne being by his side every day?" Sheryl Lancaster was a smart woman.
She was starting to have some suspicions.
"Sis, let's not talk about this now. Where are you? If you want to know, just go to the Quinn Corporation yourself and see."
"I…" Sheryl's face gradually darkened. "Alright, alright, let's hang up for now. I'll check it out myself."
