The silhouettes of several men disappeared, and Selina Sloan pulled Melody Thorne out of the fitting room.
"How did you know these people were following me?" Melody Thorne asked in confusion.
Selina Sloan's gaze grew deeper, and instinct told her that Selina Sloan wasn't that simple.
"They've been following you the whole time, so I guessed that's the case. Miss Thorne, you'd better be careful next time you go out. I noticed those men in black suits were well-trained, and they seem to be targeting you specifically. They probably aren't to be trifled with."
"Okay, thank you for today. I'll have someone look into it."
Back at the Quinn Family's residence,
Jared Quinn and Harold Chapman were discussing something in the study when Melody Thorne came in and made two cups of tea.
"What are you talking about?"
There was a painting on Jared Quinn's desk, handcrafted. Melody Thorne found it somewhat familiar, "What is this again?"
