My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 432: I’m Afraid I’ll Want to Throw Up

Melody Thorne finally turned her gaze to the attendant; she had never really looked at him before. Now she saw he was a man of mixed lineage, with deep-set features that could enchant women, and blue eyes that were gentle and captivating,

seemingly an exceptional man.

Next to her was Caleb, who had a contract with the Seymour Family. She started to wonder if every man allowed to be around the Seymour Family was exceptionally outstanding, carefully selected.

Stella Seymour touched the man’s handsome face but was reluctant to punish him.

Instead, she turned her anger towards Melody Thorne, "Do you dare to compete with me?"

She was determined to outshine Melody Thorne and show the video of her defeat to the elders.

"What? Haven’t you made yourself look foolish enough? A lady of the Seymour Family behaving like a brute, performing for others to see! And now you want to drag me in? Do you want to tell everyone that we don’t get along, openly and secretly fighting within the family?" Melody Thorne leaned back on the chair, her lazy eyes bright and clear, her voice casually hitting the nerve.

Both Stella Seymour and Rhys’s faces changed; although the Seymour Family never hid their ambition, they hated when others pointed it out.

"Miss, you’re joking. It’s just a little game between girls; how could it lead to any discord between the two of you?" Rhys’s gaze involuntarily landed on Melody Thorne’s face for a moment,

like Stella Seymour, she made an impressive first impression, enchanting others more and more, with deeper meaning the longer one looked.

However, Melody Thorne lacked the allure of Stella Seymour but combined purity and mystery, drawing one’s gaze even more.

Rhys spoke to her in the same tempting, gentle, low voice he used with Stella Seymour.

Melody Thorne chuckled faintly, "You should be clear yourselves, whether it’s true or not. Also, don’t use that fake tone you use with your master on me, or I might just throw up." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Rhys "..."

She was definitely the first woman to say his voice was unpleasant.

"Don’t you talk about him!" Stella Seymour pulled Rhys behind her, still looking provocatively at Melody Thorne, "Are you afraid or do you think you’re worthless, so you don’t dare compete with me in anything?"

Melody Thorne calmly lifted her gaze, her clear eyes serene, "What do you want to compete in? Except for brutish fistfights on the stage, I’m open to considering other things."

She wasn’t physically strong, couldn’t fight, and would be quickly defeated, so it was better to use her words to best the woman in front of her.

In truth, as long as it didn’t involve physical labor, she could do almost anything. Back when she pursued Jared Quinn, she had learned with great effort.

Stella Seymour turned to the audience behind her, "What do you think we should compete in?"

"Striptease, striptease!"

The crowd behind excitedly shouted out.

Stella Seymour’s face turned dark, a bunch of lowlifes; who did they think they were, daring to suggest such a thing?

Rhys’s expression was similarly unpleasant. He raised his hand to silence the crowd, easing the situation, "How about a piano competition? This way, both ladies can showcase their noble heritage without losing face over who loses. And for fairness, let’s have them decide the final outcome."