My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!

Chapter 665: Utter Ruin and Disgrace

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.

Mrs. Quinn’s eyes struggled, looking into the venue, memories flickered like smoke, a pregnant figure appeared before her eyes. It was originally nothing to let someone die, but she ruthlessly used that pregnant woman to block someone who wanted to harm her. Even now, the woman’s eyes lingered in her mind.

"Aunt," Wendy Lynch walked out from the banquet’s back door and immediately saw Mrs. Quinn standing there, calling out with a light smile.

"Wendy?"

Suddenly, someone spoke from behind, startling Mrs. Quinn. She turned back. "What are you doing here?"

"Aunt, what’s wrong?" Wendy Lynch asked with concern, supporting her arm slightly and narrowing her eyes a little. "Aunt, why are you so frightened when you see me? It’s me, Wendy."

"N-nothing... Wendy, did you come to this banquet too?"

"Yes, Aunt. After you left the hotel that day, Sila asked me to stay and chat for a while."

"What did she say to you?" Mrs. Quinn tightly gripped Wendy Lynch’s arm, struggling to suppress and conceal something.

The more flustered Mrs. Quinn was, the more satisfied Wendy Lynch seemed with her expression. "Aunt, she didn’t say much, just mentioned some things from twenty years ago. I don’t know if she’s slandering you or what. She said, back twenty years ago, she almost..."

"Don’t speak nonsense!" Mrs. Quinn suddenly interrupted. "Wendy, regardless of what that woman told you, do not believe it. Don’t believe it at all. She’s lying to you. That matter has nothing to do with me. Even if she almost died, it has nothing to do with me. We never even met."

"Really, Aunt? But how come she says she has surveillance from twenty years ago? She said she plans to expose it to the media, to ruin your reputation," Wendy Lynch said with an indiscernible smile in her eyes. Her chance had finally arrived, and it was worth pretending to be innocent for so long.

She was now holding onto some very interesting things.

"What did you say? She has surveillance footage? That’s impossible. She couldn’t possibly have it." Mrs. Quinn’s face turned as pale as a sheet of paper.

"Why not? She even showed it to me," Wendy Lynch’s voice changed, from initial politeness to something much colder.

"You’ve seen it?"

"Yes, not only have I seen it, but it was also my idea for her to give the video to the media present today."