My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 173: The Feeling of Being Protected

"It’s her, it’s her, it’s definitely her."

"How dare she brazenly come out like this?"

"Damn, it’s like she doesn’t care about Ivy’s death at all."

"Melody Thorne, stop!" a woman shouted out loud.

The name Melody Thorne was becoming increasingly well-known among netizens, many turned to look at her.

"Stop, you have to stop."

"Look, she is Melody Thorne, she really is Melody Thorne." Many people recognized her.

When Melody Thorne entered the bar, she was wearing a mask, but after drinking a few sips, she had absentmindedly left the mask on the table inside. It was a careless mistake.

"Catch her, quickly help catch her, she’s a murder suspect!" The women who usually hung around Ivy wouldn’t let this chance pass and shouted out loud.

Melody Thorne moved towards the dark alley beside the bar. As she reached the darkness, she immediately started running. Being discovered now was very unfavorable for her.

"Thud" She had just run a few steps when her head collided with something hard, like hitting a stone wall. She involuntarily took two steps back, gasping.

"There, over there, quick!"

How could there be a wall on the road?

Melody Thorne abruptly raised her head, meeting a pair of dark, intense eyes. He was staring at her with a shadowy gaze.

"Jared Quinn," Melody Thorne charged forward. Why did this man always manage to ignite her temper so easily, standing there silently as if he wanted her to crash into him?

Jared Quinn’s gaze was fixed behind her, then suddenly his eyes hardened, and with force, he easily switched positions with her.

Melody Thorne heard a muffled grunt above her head. It seemed something had struck Jared Quinn, followed by the sound of a breaking bottle, and she found herself safely shielded in his arms.

That real feeling of protection, the sensation of being protected by Jared Quinn.

Something she never experienced in her previous life...

Jared Quinn turned his head, his gaze like a blade piercing into a girl ahead, an intent to kill flashed in his eyes, and quickly a car sped away in the night.

"Wha... what just happened?" The girl’s hands trembled. She had just thrown a bottle and it seemed to hit someone, that person had even turned to look at her, she felt like she was going to die.

"I think I saw someone."

"Yeah, I think I saw a shadow too."

"I also threw a few bottles."

"Oh no, Melody Thorne has escaped now, and we didn’t even manage to catch her—how are we going to explain this to Ivy?"

The words brought a deafening silence around them.

Many people behind them gave the woman in front, Cecile Lowell, odd looks.

"I... I meant... I’m saying we, as her good friends, didn’t help catch Melody Thorne. Will she... will she not rest in peace..."

Jean Gage calmly turned off the recorder in his hand. Those words would play a significant role.

Quinn Villa.

Melody Thorne followed Jared Quinn inside, occasionally glancing up at his back. She could smell the scent of alcohol; it seemed like those people had thrown bottles him.

"Are... are you okay?" Melody Thorne asked icily.

"I’m fine."

"Oh." Melody Thorne turned and went upstairs.

In the study, Jared Quinn took off his suit and white shirt. His strong back was covered in bruises.

The butler applied medicinal oil to him, "Young master, should I call a massage therapist? These bruises need to be treated to promote circulation and reduce swelling."