My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 266: How Could I Earn Your Forgiveness Without Being Despicable?

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Chapter 266: Chapter 266: How Could I Earn Your Forgiveness Without Being Despicable?

But the one who managed to stand out in a short time was still the one with quite a bit of scandal.

Because he played the admirer of Willow Bright, a general with very few scenes, dying for Willow Bright. Such deep affection easily makes a lasting impression.

The key point was the stark contrast compared to his previous image.

At the intersection, Melody Thorne took out her keys, ready to drive.

The sound of wheels skidding echoed in her ears. A car stopped in front of her, and Timothy Lockwood got out, eagerly calling, "Sister-in-law."

Jared Quinn’s lackey. Melody Thorne was even more unwilling to talk; she turned to leave.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, where are you going?" Timothy blocked her path, "Why don’t I give you a lift?"

"When a man shows undue diligence, he’s either up to no good or trying to steal something."

Timothy "..."

Watching Melody Thorne open her car, Timothy became anxious. He was here on orders today, having made big promises, and returning empty-handed would certainly be disastrous.

In a flash, he leaned against the car window, talking to someone in the back, "Timmy, hang in there for a bit. I bet your fever is getting high. A bit longer and it’ll go down. Later, I’ll take you to the bar for some fun, guarantee it’ll cure you."

Hearing the name Timmy, Melody Thorne reacted without much thought, especially knowing Timmy had a fever, "Did you bring Timmy out too? Is he having a fever?"

Timothy glanced back, "No worries, sister-in-law, just go ahead. Leave Timmy to me. Later, I’ll take him to the bar, a bit of juice will be enough."

Melody Thorne "!!!"

"Oh dear, Timmy, how high is your fever that your little face is so red? Must be about thirty to forty degrees, right?"

Frightened, Melody Thorne ran over, opening the rear car door, "Timothy, are you nuts? Timmy has a fever, and you’re still taking him to..." the bar.

Before she could finish, she found the back seat empty with no sign of Timmy. From behind, Timothy pushed her in and locked the door, "Sister-in-law, I was just joking. Look at you, taking it seriously."

"Timothy!" Melody’s bag in her hand smacked Timothy’s head, "How dare you trick me?"

"Sister-in-law, stop hitting me, careful, you’ll cause an accident."

......

Bar.

Melody Thorne was led by Timothy into a private room in the bar. Inside sat several men she didn’t recognize, but they seemed to be Jared Quinn’s business associates.

"Brother Jared, sister-in-law is here," Timothy pushed her toward Jared Quinn.

As Melody stumbled forward, Jared Quinn caught her, his hand naturally slipping around her waist.

"Jared Quinn, do you know how despicable you are?" Melody Thorne gritted her teeth, wearing a mask afraid of being recognized.

"If I weren’t despicable, how could I get your forgiveness?" Jared whispered softly, close to her ear.

"I wasn’t blaming you," Melody retorted coldly, "What’s lost is lost, I don’t care."

"Melody Thorne, even if you don’t care, I do," Jared Quinn held her small hand to touch his necktie, sliding down his shirt, over his belt, his voice hoarse, "See? I care."

He was wearing all the things she lost yesterday. After bringing them back to have the servants wash them, they hadn’t dried completely before he put them on to warm them dry.

What she lost, he picked back up.

"Anyway, it’s lost. Pick it up if you want," Melody Thorne snorted, indifferent about it.

The one thing she cares about now is her company and when it will turn a profit of over a million.