"Say what you have directly," Melody Thorne raised the corner of her lips.
Of course, Stella Seymour couldn't directly mention she lost the competition, especially as she was meticulously trained by the Seymour Family!
The old Seymour patriarch's cane slammed heavily onto the ground, full of authority, "Caleb, introduce who's in the hall to her, so outsiders don't say that our Seymour Family lacks proper etiquette!"
The commanding voice made everyone sit respectfully in their own positions, not daring to speak a word.
Here, rules are rules.
"There's no need," Melody interrupted, a cold gleam flickering in her harmless eyes, her attitude firm, "I've said before, I didn't come here voluntarily, I was threatened to come, don't expect me to recognize you!"
In a flash, the little girl in front seemed to change her face, and a shrewd light flashed in the old Seymour's eyes.
"Do you dare not recognize?"
