When they were rescuing Hank from the club, Melanie noticed an opened sewage cover near the club's exit. It wasn't empty inside; she had vaguely seen a staircase! So, she speculated that it should be an exit for a secret passage. Furthermore, the bedroom she and Jeffrey were in had a secret passage in the closet. This club's underground probably had numerous secret passages. Once there was gunfire above, hiding in the secret passage would be safe. She wanted to go back and find Jefford through the secret passage. Besides, she had told Jefford that there was a secret passage in the closet in the bedroom. Perhaps Jeffrey was hiding in the secret passage, waiting for someone to pick him up. At this thought, Melanie hastened her steps without hesitation. With one of Jefford’s bodyguards with her, Melanie found the sewage entrance outside the club. Inside was indeed a narrow staircase leading to a secret passage! "Is this the southeast corner of the club?" Melanie asked. "Ye
When Melanie woke up again, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, but the pain felt distant and vague. It didn’t seem real. She numbly surveyed her surroundings and found that the room she was in was not large, and both her hands and feet were handcuffed to the bed. So, the person who opened the door in the secret passage was an enemy. When someone opened the door, she was so anxious that she fainted and fell straight down the stairs of the secret passage, injuring the back of her head... It was then that she realized why she didn't feel much pain; it was because her heart was numb. "Awake, my old friend?" Suddenly, a malicious voice could be heard. Melanie turned her head slightly and saw Nathan walking in from the door. It was Nathan again! So, the one who engaged in a gunfight with Jefford and threw the bomb must be Nathan's men! Melanie looked at him coldly, not saying a word. "I didn’t expect to see you here." Nathan smirked as he approached. He pulled
"Since you don’t intend to see me, why don't I join in the fun, Mr. Wilson?" Suddenly, Nathan's voice came from outside the door. "Sir, he said he has important things to tell you..." Anthony's subordinate, who had failed to stop Nathan, explained. Anthony waved his hand, indicating it was fine. Nathan walked in casually. "What do you want to say?" Anthony looked at Nathan, his gaze suspicious and uncertain. Those who engaged in big business like them valued integrity the most. They had agreed to meet tomorrow, but Nathan came early with his men and infiltrated the club. So, Anthony was wary of Nathan, suspecting that the gunfight was related to him. It was just that Anthony’s subordinates hadn't found any evidence yet. "Mr. Wilson, I know you still don't trust me, but I'm here to tell you the truth." Nathan's subordinate brought him a chair and he sat directly across from Anthony's bed, where he could see Melanie. Seeing Nathan staring at Melanie with an expression of en
Melanie didn't understand what Greg’s intentions were. Next to her, Nathan and Anthony were even more puzzled. Such a big misunderstanding left them equally at a loss. Only Milo's expression was neutral. "Mr. Hardy... Did I really entertain you yesterday?" Anthony asked tentatively. "Yeah," Greg grunted impatiently, not wanting to say more. He reached out to help Melanie up, gesturing for his men to give her a coat, and said, "She is my person, so I'll take her away." "Of course." Anthony had nothing to say. Although he had doubts, he didn't dare to object. Nathan naturally had a bit more information, and besides, his men had clashed with the fake Mr. Hardy impersonated by Jefford. That couldn't be wrong, so he was completely bewildered. After hesitating for two seconds, seeing Greg men really intending to take Melanie away, Nathan realized that this Greg probably wanted to save Melanie! He couldn't let that happen. Nathan quickly stepped forward to stop him. "Mr. H
"Get the doctor to check on Melanie now!" Anthony hurriedly instructed his subordinates, "And send Milo to stand outside Mr. Hardy's room. Ask him to make amends and apologize too!" "Sir, didn't you say to have the doctors wait on you and treat your injuries at any time?" "Fool!" Anthony slapped the subordinate with his remaining hand. "Without Mr. Hardy's business, both you and I will starve to death! Hurry up!" "Yes!" Only then did the subordinates understand and quickly send the doctors of the club to Melanie. The room became quiet. Anthony stepped back and sat on the bed, glancing sideways at Nathan. "Everyone's gone now, Nathan. It’s time for you to give me an explanation. What's going on?" "Anthony, don't you believe me?" Nathan gasped for breath, feeling disarrayed. He knew he was caught in a dead end, and it was hard to break out of it. "The Mr. Hardy from yesterday and the one just now are definitely not the same person. You're so astute, you must have noticed wh
MU1508. Several months ago, Melanie was on a flight back to Harbor City from Delfino when a passenger in the first-class cabin suddenly fell seriously ill. He had a hemothorax and a heart attack. She and Professor Marshall performed surgery on this passenger together, and she even gave him her emergency cardiac medication. Afterward, this passenger had entrusted the flight attendants to contact her to express his gratitude, but Melanie declined it. With the string of flight numbers mentioned by Greg, Melanie finally remembered who he was! "Mr. Hardy..." she said softly. "It seems your brain hasn't been damaged." Greg smiled. Melanie studied Greg’s face. When she saw him on the plane, he was sick. He had a pale face, was struggling to breathe, and was unable to speak. Moreover, his hair wasn't curly back then, nor was it dyed brown, so she couldn't match these two people together for a moment. She had saved him back then. Was that why Greg lied for her just now, sayi
Greg’s words made Melanie tremble all over. She couldn’t stop replaying the sentence "alive or dead", and her heart turned cold. However, she couldn't accept selling her body... Unexpectedly, Greg saved her from Anthony and Nathan's den, only to bring her to his den... "What's wrong?" Seeing Melanie's hesitant and resolute eyes, Greg smirked disdainfully. "Is it so bad to be my woman? Then you might as well die and accompany the man you love!" After saying that, Greg turned and left. In an instant, his cruel mockery pushed Melanie to the brink! She widened her eyes suddenly, her irrational thoughts reaching a dead end, realizing that the last thing she should do now was to seek death. Death was too easy. The hardest thing was to live. Jefford was so strong. Perhaps he hadn't died at all? If, as she thought, Jefford was just injured and hiding, how would her death help him? Melanie closed her eyes, then opened them again. Looking at Greg, who had already walked t
Melanie reached out and gently touched the bandage wrapped around her head. The wound was still a bit sore, but her sense of pain was gradually returning to normal. While physical exertion might not be her strong suit, Melanie had confidence in her intellect. She knew that as long as she put her mind to it, there was nothing she couldn't accomplish. Greg had assigned two bodyguards to her, claiming they were there to look after her and follow her orders, but Melanie knew that they were actually there to ensure she didn't escape. Not that she had any intention of running away. Moreover, she needed to help Greg achieve his goals as quickly as possible so that she could have leverage to persuade him to send someone to find Jefford. "Is Milo still outside?" Melanie asked Greg’s bodyguard who was standing guard outside the bedroom. "Yes," the bodyguard replied. "Mr. Hardy said you can discipline him anytime." "Have him come in," Melanie said calmly. Without hesitation, the b