The words left the room in an uproar. Melody Thorne's words were undeniably bold. Could she not afford it? Especially with such a wealthy man by her side.
Jared Quinn's deep, mesmerizing eyes slightly lowered, a doting smile playing at his thin lips. Whatever she said was fine with him.
Sila's gaze had been fixed on Melody Thorne from the start. Indeed, her appearance was stunning, and her figure was rarely matched even by models, but this woman wasn't kind to Rochelle Thorne!
"Young Master Jared, it's an honor to have you here," Sila, a very elegant woman, even spoke with a mature charm, but she bore an indescribable hostility toward Jared Quinn.
Jared Quinn wrapped an arm around Melody Thorne's soft, slender waist, exuding an air of aloof elegance. "Had nothing better to do, so just accompanied her for a stroll."
The envious glances from all around were almost drowning Melody Thorne.
In the crowd, a venomous gaze vanished quietly.
Outside the banquet.
