Jared Quinn withdrew his gaze but did not leave the study, "Get me results as quickly as possible."
"Alright."
"Alright."
Leon Rivers and Harold Chapman responded.
"Bang–" The door to the study was closed.
"Jared Quinn," Melody Thorne quickly ran up, pounding on the study door, "Jared Quinn, I have something to say to you, let's talk."
"No time," Jared Quinn's deep voice came from inside, sounding devoid of any emotion.
"Can't you spare me just a moment? I won't take up much of your time," Melody Thorne continued, trying to twist the door handle, but after a long time, she still couldn't open the door.
"Madam, madam," Leon Rivers and Harold Chapman simultaneously blocked Melody Thorne.
The people inside clearly didn't want Melody Thorne to know something, especially since after a few days of recovery, Jared Quinn's hand was still in bad shape and couldn't be moved for at least a month.
