Chapter 407: Chapter 407

Melody Shepherd stood across Elias Sinclair’s desk, maintaining her poised and standard smile.

She noticed Elias’s dark expression and the silent way he sat with his eyes lowered, understanding that his mood was not good today.

With her years of understanding Elias, she clearly knew what she should do now to ease his mood.

Actually, it was simple; she just needed to do nothing.

Let him sit quietly on his own for a while.

Melody Shepherd moved calmly, gracefully turning around and walking to the sofa in the center of the office, sitting down and gently picking up the financial magazine next to her.

As she lowered her head to flip through the magazine, Melody’s smile faltered slightly.

Before her were densely packed words and numbers, none of which she comprehended, her mind replaying the scene of seeing Quinn Lockwood for the first time.

Upon noticing Elias’s gaze on Quinn, Melody knew that she had lost.

That woman possessed an elegant and refined aura similar to hers, yet her background was far more noble.

Unlike herself, who had no family, no background, and had built everything she had bit by bit from nothing.

The financial director of Meridian Securities Firm and an internationally renowned ballet dancer—this kind of status doesn’t even compare to Quinn Lockwood’s future position as chairman of Cloudfall Group, does it?

If Melody Shepherd exuded a mature beauty, then Quinn Lockwood was intriguingly graceful, without losing a serene charm and a versatile liveliness.

When Melody learned about Elias and Quinn’s marriage, she went through Quinn’s records thoroughly.

Her songs, her plays, videos, and photos from various events she participated in, were all scrutinized by Melody.

Not to mention the foolish and crazy things she did in the past.

Since a period after March, this woman’s style had entirely changed.

Unlike the arrogance and domineering attitude before, she seemed to grow suddenly mature overnight, truly becoming a young lady with noble blood flowing in her veins.

Her every move, her mannerisms, and her responses to sharp questions from various media sources were handled with ease.

Even some documents Melody sent to Elias from overseas were reviewed and amended by Quinn Lockwood.

Until she returned to Meridia, Melody believed Quinn was merely a sleek, slightly impressive character.

But seeing Quinn for the first time today, Melody knew that this woman would be difficult to deal with, and most importantly, the photos Joyce Kramer sent her...

For a moment, Melody even felt she was sure to lose.

She and Elias had known each other for six or seven years, longer than Joyce Kramer, and they truly understood each other. Though they only dated for a few months, that level of familiarity is not something Quinn Lockwood can compare to.

Melody Shepherd gently flipped a page of the magazine, appearing as if she were truly reading.

She believed that no matter how impressive a character might be, there would certainly be flaws and weaknesses.

Just like Quinn Lockwood, who is already perfect—her only flaw is... she is too kind-hearted.

Otherwise, Joyce Kramer, that brainless person, wouldn’t be making a fuss for so long. The source of thɪs content is NoveI★Fire.net

Melody’s alabaster fingertips turned slightly pale as she unconsciously squeezed them, her bright eyes fixed deeply on a point in the magazine.

Meanwhile, Quinn Lockwood stormed out of The Sinclair Group carrying a lunch box.

Melody’s sweet and elegant voice echoed in her ears repeatedly: "You must be very happy for me, right?"

Happy, happy, you seem quite happy to me.

Elias’s face flashed in her mind for a moment, and Quinn angrily stomped her foot. Passing by a trash bin, she directly threw the lunch box inside.

She glared furiously towards the company entrance, and grew even angrier.

Damn it, Elias didn’t even come out to explain himself to her.

Quinn Lockwood angrily walked to the roadside, hailing a taxi casually.

If he won’t offer an explanation, forget it; she won’t pay him any mind anymore!

Back at the studio, Quinn barely spoke. She stared blankly at the work arrangements for the newly recruited artists, overwhelmed by the dense words, feeling extremely agitated.

Sharon Shaw sat beside Quinn, tapping on the keyboard, noting that Quinn had only spoken three words to her in the five hours since she returned in the afternoon.

Sharon felt suffocated by the low pressure suspended in the office.

"Give me the files to handle. You should go out for some fresh air or pack up and go home for the day, or maybe wait on the sofa until I’m done, then we can go shopping!"

Quinn had pondered over a document all afternoon, and barely turned the first page. Sharon had long wanted to remind her.

Quinn was still in a daze; it took her a few seconds to realize Sharon was speaking to her, just as she was about to respond, the file was snatched from her hands.

"I thought you didn’t like handling files?" Quinn was somewhat surprised that Sharon would take the initiative to help her with company management affairs, and her dull eyes gained a hint of surprise as she looked at Sharon.

"Fourth sentence." Sharon did not directly answer Quinn’s question but rather looked at the content of the file and made this comment.

Quinn was puzzled by Sharon’s words, blinked curiously, and asked: "What?"

"I said, that’s the fourth sentence you’ve said to me this afternoon."

"Though I don’t know what’s happened, I think you need to relax a bit, so leave the work in your hands to me!"

Sharon snapped her fingers, raising her head to look at Quinn. Observing the trace of melancholy and sorrow on her face, she felt a touch of sympathy.

She knew there were some matters that her position did not allow her to inquire about, and since Quinn did not voluntarily tell her, they must be somewhat personal.

Since she couldn’t offer comfort to Quinn, she could only relieve her of some work.

If someone with a troubled mind had to face so many numbers and words, undoubtedly their mood would worsen!

Quinn looked into Sharon’s crescent eyes filled with concern and sincerity, feeling deeply touched.

Indeed, she was in a bad mood and genuinely needed time to relax.

The reason she hadn’t shared these issues with Sharon was out of fear that her negative emotions might affect this cheerful, innocent girl.

Yet it seems she was affected anyway.

"Then... then I’ll leave it to you. I’ll step out for a while." Quinn looked apologetically at Sharon, hesitating to express her gratitude, but swallowed her remaining words under Sharon’s disapproving gaze.