Just now, she glanced at Melody Thorne's votes that had already stopped moving.
"Okay."
Melody Thorne hung up the phone and suddenly thought of something, sending a text to Nina King: "Tell Howie to keep calm and not act impulsively."
"Okay, I know."
"Sleep," Jared Quinn dominantly took away her phone.
Melody Thorne was originally a bit angry, but suddenly his actions made her laugh, "Mr. Quinn, your wife is now branded as a seductress, aren't you afraid that you've got a lush green field on your head?"
Indeed, all the artists under her company are men, and there are twenty of them, ranging in all types from beefcakes to pretty boys.
Jared Quinn wrapped her in his arms, "It's okay, as long as I know the truth, that's enough. Whether others know or not doesn't matter. In fact, it's better if all your male fans get lost because of this incident."
Melody Thorne "!!!"
"They won't all leave," Melody Thorne muttered under her breath.
Waking up in the morning.
