Iris Harris spoke expressionlessly, her clear eyes fixed firmly on John Foster's slightly sinister and cold eyes.
"Are you suggesting that all of this was orchestrated by me?" John Foster looked at her with a smile, "Miss Harris, what you're saying is quite intriguing. The steering wheel was in Melody's hands, and the video is there too. What you're saying is nothing short of a baseless accusation."
Iris showed a hint of weariness in her expression as she moved to the side and sat down, indifferently saying, "I remember my father made a will after I was born."
"..."
"No matter what happens, as long as I'm alive, the Foster Group will be inherited by me in the future." At this point, she sighed, "I offer the inheritance rights of the Foster Group in exchange for Melody's life. Is that possible?"
She had actually known for a long time what John Foster might do for this inheritance rights.
But she hadn't expected him to be ruthless enough to mess with Melody.
