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
Melanie smirked. Where could she go? She was injured and felt dizzy even standing up, so of course she would rest in the room. "Did you hear that? Please inform Mr. Hardy that it's going to be chaotic outside tonight, and he should be careful," Melanie said to the bodyguard standing outside the bedroom. The bodyguard nodded, walked to the corner, and made a phone call. He was probably reporting everything he had heard and seen to Greg. After hanging up the phone, the bodyguard returned and looked at Melanie, asking, "Do you need anything to eat? Just let me know." "No, thank you. I'll let you know when I need something," Melanie replied. Seeing the more respectful attitude of the bodyguard toward her, Melanie felt relieved. - That night. Indeed, there was chaos in the club. Gunshots and sounds of fighting continued incessantly, the chaos no less than the night before. These sounds repeatedly triggered Melanie's nightmares, and she covered her ears with a pillow, b
The moment the door opened, everyone in the room was startled. Fingers on the triggers hesitated! "Calm down!" A woman's clear voice called out again, and both Greg and Hank glanced at the door. A burly bodyguard walked in with Melanie on his back. They were followed by Milo and many men... "Melanie!" Hank didn't lower his gun. His men protected him as he retreated to Melanie's side. He looked warily at Milo and the others behind her, then at Melanie, who had a bandage wrapped around her head. He asked, "What did they do to you?" Seeing the hatred in Hank's sharp eyes, Melanie quickly said, "Calm down. You’ve misunderstood. I'll explain everything." Next, Melanie briefly explained that Greg and Milo were her allies. Milo was now the new owner of "Heaven on Earth," and in the future, he would be Greg’s next-in-line. If Hank was willing, he could replace Nathan and become their business partner. "I have a question." Hank remained silent for a while as he processed
"You figured it out?" Melanie looked at Hank with some surprise. "Based on what I know about you, it's unlikely that a person like Mr. Hardy would be your friend, nor would he help you rescue someone," Hank replied steadily. "Do you know me that well?" Melanie was still a bit surprised. She had only met Hank three times... "Although we haven't known each other long, we've experienced near-deaths together several times, which is enough for me to see a person's true nature," Hank said with certainty. Melanie pursed her lips and said, "The friend I mentioned is indeed not the Mr. Hardy you just saw. The one here a few days ago was a fake Mr. Hardy, impersonated by my friend. He might have gotten into trouble during the gunfight. Can you..." "Help you find him?" Hank quickly followed up. "Yes." Melanie nodded heavily. "I already planned to." Hank sat down and calmly informed her, "On the way here, I heard that there was a fierce gunfight here last night with many casualti