Go, catch him," Melody Thorne shouted to the security guards at the entrance of the Quinn Corporation as she opened the car door.
A few security guards ran after him.
"Melody, are you okay?" Jared Quinn had just finished a meeting and was leaving when he saw the scene unfold.
"I'm fine, have someone take him to get treated," Melody quickly replied.
Jared Quinn's eyes scanned over the driver's head; the blood wound was glaringly visible, the assailant clearly meant to kill. A fierce aura started to emanate from him.
If Melody Thorne had been driving herself, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
"Get me that man!"
"Yes, sir."
Rochelle Thorne stomped her foot in frustration, how could she mess up everything, even hitting a person!
"Rochelle, Rochelle," Mrs. Thorne suddenly appeared at the Quinn Corporation's entrance, watching her daughter arm-in-arm with another woman calling her mom, not returning home for days and nights, became hard to accept.
