Jared Quinn glanced at her excited little face and reached out to pinch her small nose.
Melody Thorne pushed his hand away and snorted coldly. Don't think that getting a painting can win her over; she won't stop being mad at him, no way!
Mr. Pan walked into the bedroom and opened a mechanism, revealing a high-hanging scroll painting stored inside.
It was exactly the same as the other two that Melody Thorne had seen, with no difference whatsoever.
"I'll take it down."
"Wait," Melody Thorne took out her phone, "let me take a picture first."
"This..." Mr. Pan looked at Jared Quinn behind him.
"It's okay, she's my wife," Jared Quinn watched Melody Thorne's small actions.
The painting was originally sought out because she liked it.
Leon Rivers put away the painting, "I'll call Harold Chapman's people over now. There are still a lot of people guarding outside. They probably think we'll take the painting away, so escaping won't be easy!"
"Alright."
