Wendy thought it might be her father bringing awyer when she heard someone wanted to see her. She could not stand being in the police station for another day.


    "Why did you take so long toe? Don''t you know I''m locked up in here? Do you even still think of me as your daughter? Why don''t you seem worried at all?!" shouted Wendy. Wendy, frustrated about being locked up, did not expect to see an exquisitely dressed Melody standing at the door. With just a nce, she could tell that her outfit was pricey.


    She and her colleagues had seen the same outfit many times on the official webstore, but it remained quietly in their shopping carts since they could not afford it.


    ''That man must''ve bought it for her! Ugh, how infuriating!'' thought Wendy.


    "What are you doing here? Have youe to unt the fact that you''ve found a good man?" asked Wendy with a sneer.


    "Why would you think that? When have I ever unted anything in front of you? It''s always been you showing off the new clothes and thetest phone Mom and Dad bought for you," replied Melody calmly. The dynamics between them were already highly unfair, yet Wendy had the nerve to use Melody of wanting to show off when she only came to see how she was doing.


    Wendy banged her fists on the table and tried to lean forward, but her hands were chained to the table.


    "How dare you say you didn''te to show off when you''re dressed like that? Just admit that you''re trying to humiliate me! Oh, how I wish I could rip off your mouth! All of that would''ve belonged to me if it were not for you!"


    "Do you hate me so much?" Melody''s gaze remained calm and undisturbed.


    She had long grown used to Ste''s malice. After all, she had lived under such pressure ever since she was born. Wendy was like a looming threat hanging over her neck. Everything Melody did was wrong whenever Wendy was around.


    "How can I not hate you?" Wendy retorted. "I would be a well-known celebrity now if it weren''t for you, and not locked up in a police station like a street rat! It''s because of you that I ended up in this situation, and you dare toe here dressed all morous, and ask if I really hate you?


    "Yes, I do hate you! And very, very much at that! I wish I could tear off your skin and drink your blood. I want the whole world to know what a despicable person you are!" screamed Wendy hysterically. It was obvious being locked up had taken a huge toll on her.


    "I see." Melody nodded, indicating that she had heard every word Wendy said, yet she remained unfazed.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    In contrast, Wendy''s earlier outburst made her seem like a clown.


    "We''ve had our differences for many years, but from what I know about you, you wouldn''t have hired the thugs to hurt me if you just wanted to use me to get resources. So tell me, who are you working for? I''ll get yourwyer to fight for a lighter sentence if youe clean with me now," said Melody.


    Wendy clenched her fists. ''Who does she think she is to look down on me?''


    "Hah, do you think I''ll believe your bullsh*t? I know you''ve always hated me deep down in your heart. What makes you think I''ll be stupid enough to fall for your trap?" Wendy retorted.


    Melody was genuinely amused to see Wendy being so stubborn.


    "You think this is a trap?"