Melody Thorne sat quietly inside, "What exactly do you want to do?"
Jared Quinn cast a deep, enigmatic glance at her, his hypnotic, profound features hard to read. Retracting his gaze, he made a phone call.
One after another, men walked into the private room, each tall and striking.
Melody Thorne slightly tousled her weary hair, propped up her delicate, fair chin with a hand, and watched the incoming young idols with considerable interest. Her dark eyes sparkled as if sprinkled with twinkling stardust, exceptionally bright.
Jared Quinn squinted, his large hand grasping her waist, his deep voice carrying a rich, dangerous undertone and a warning, "Is this what you like?"
Melody Thorne likely understood why Jared Quinn was behaving oddly today; it was highly probable he knew what happened in the room with Nina King, hence this spectacle.
She was still accompanied by his people.
Melody Thorne tilted her head, the stardust in her dark eyes shining brightly, "How do you know?"
