Melody Thorne took off her sunglasses and walked inside.
"Why does this woman look so familiar?" Some security guards at the entrance looked at Melody Thorne but thought they must have recognized the wrong person. The girl who had just gotten out of the car and was walking in was wearing a warm yellow dress, her dark hair swaying slightly as she moved. She wore five-centimeter high black heels, her long legs straight and glossy, with smooth lines—a clear sign of a wealthy heiress.
How could that girl compare to the one in front of them?
"Miss, please," the guard said respectfully.
Melody Thorne curved her lips into a clean, beautiful smile. She really didn't know that a grand business empire would keep a bunch of idiots. She had only changed her clothes, and these people's eyes seemed to be blind.
Holding a lunchbox, she walked to the front desk. "Tell Jared Quinn I'm here."
