Wrote a name on the paper, "Help me set up a meeting with her."
"Okay."
Quinn Villa.
Outside, it was already dark, Jared Quinn's handsome back leaned against the sofa, cigarette butts in the ashtray were stamped out one after another, and the person he was waiting for never came back.
The butler saw everything clearly; the young couple were having a spat.
"Young master, should I call madam and ask when she's coming back?"
The man sitting on the sofa remained silent, his large hand pinching his brow.
The butler called Melody Thorne, "Madam, when are you coming back?"
"I've been very busy lately and will be staying at the company."
The butler said, "…Young master, madam said she will be staying at the company."
Jared Quinn's eyebrows twitched; he shouldn't have used such a method to make her realize the danger of past events.
