"Do you think Leon Rivers is a quack doctor? He examines every cell in a patient's body, how else could he achieve such precision without any oversight?"
Jared Quinn's words made sense, yet there was something off about them.
"Alright, get up, I don't want to sit on the sofa, I want to sit in your seat," Melody Thorne pointed to the leather chair Jared was sitting in.
Jared Quinn scoffed, the world was vast but nothing was bigger than his wife, only she dared to throw a tantrum like this with him.
Melody Thorne sat down, casually opened Jared's drawer to find a pen, and thought about what Nina King had said—not only their agency but also Radiant Entertainment wanted to push their newcomers forward, meaning they were competitors. Now, she had to work harder, even paying attention to what she wore to each appearance.
