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

Chapter 754: Worried You Can’t Handle It Physically

"Looks like Jared has completely ignored us since he got together with Melody Thorne," Leon Rivers said, fiddling with his phone, his mind seemingly elsewhere."Brotherhood?" Harold Chapman sneered, grabbing Leon Rivers by the collar with his large hand. "You want to talk about brotherhood with me? Where were you last night when you talked about brotherhood? Hmm? Didn’t you know Chloe Summers is my sister? Don’t tell me you didn’t have the antidote?"

When Harold Chapman received the call yesterday, he was on a mission. Assuming Leon Rivers, who was a doctor, would handle the situation of Chloe Summers being drugged, he didn’t think much of it. But this morning, Chloe had returned home crying!

There were many marks on her body.

"Let go," Leon Rivers said, looking at Harold Chapman. "Are you crazy? When I called you, how did you react? If you consider her your sister, don’t meddle in her affairs anymore. Stay away from her; from now on, I’ll take care of her!"

Harold Chapman glared at Leon Rivers and landed a solid punch on Leon’s right cheek. "I was planning to leave her with you, but you turned out to be unreliable. Did you ever ask her opinion before you made a move on her? Hmm?"

Feeling disgruntled at being grabbed by the collar, Leon Rivers threw an uppercut back. "You try being seduced by the woman you like, who calls out another man’s name—see how long you can hold it together?!"

The two started punching each other.

Meanwhile, Cole O’Connell had no intention of stepping in.

"You’re just going to watch them fight like that?" Yulia O’Connell said, leaning against the man, watching the two men repeatedly fall onto the sand with great interest.

"I’m not bored enough to bother with them," Cole O’Connell said, lowering his gaze to the woman in his arms, his large hand caressing her smooth shoulder. "You should know I’ve never been that kind-hearted, so don’t do anything behind my back to displease me. Get ready, because in a month, I’ll tell everyone we’re engaged, and you, you can only be mine."

Yulia O’Connell’s head rested on the man’s firm chest, her lips smiling, yet the smile didn’t reach her eyes. Let’s see how this goes. She wished them success with their engagement.

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Villa living room.

Nina King was chattering away about the various big brands wanting Melody Thorne to endorse them these last few days; the opportunities were overwhelming.

"Honestly, we only need to take on a few big brand commercials; I’m worried you won’t be able to handle it physically," Nina King said.

"Cancel the new film she’s taken on, pay the breach of contract fee," Jared Quinn said, holding Melody Thorne by the waist.

"But I want to shoot it; I just need to express emotions; those action scenes can be done by a stunt double," Melody Thorne looked up with a hint of resentment in her eyes. Why is it always this way, just when she’s on the brink of stardom, only to fade away again?

Nina King swallowed as she looked at them. Although there was another way to refresh the audience’s perception of Melody Thorne without filming dramas, she couldn’t say it, at least not in front of Jared Quinn.

"I’m going to the office," Jared Quinn glanced at the time. "That artist of yours, Harold Chapman, has pretty much been investigated; you can go have a look."

"Alright."

Harold Chapman’s territory, Melody Thorne’s car parked outside,