Hans Montrose had completely broken her heart, so she didn't want to hide it any longer.
Melody Thorne paused slightly with the chopsticks in her hand and exchanged a glance with Jared Quinn.
Recent events were all related to drugs; Hans Montrose was, and so was Wendy Lynch. It seemed like someone was orchestrating things behind the scenes, making it more complicated than it appeared on the surface.
Exiting the restaurant, Kiki Sutton hastily hailed a cab and fled, while Howard Seymour leisurely took out his car keys, ready to leave.
"Wait," Melody Thorne stopped Howard Seymour. "Don't you think you're not worthy of Kiki? She's never been through anything, yet you've had countless women already!"
Howard Seymour opened the car door. "As long as she's unwilling, I promise I won't touch her."
He, Howard Seymour, wasn't a rapist!
The car sped off.
"Where are we going?" Jared Quinn rolled down the car window, his handsome features sharp and clear.
"To find my dad."
Hotel.
