My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!

Chapter 660 - 571: Call to Your Heart’s Content

He’s already at the company so quickly? That’s too fast, right?Melody Thorne opened the chat box and saw it wasn’t from Jared Quinn. It showed two words: Sister-in-law.

"Wendy Lynch?" Melody Thorne replied with a message.

"It’s me. I heard you’re striving for a collaboration with Sila, trying to cross over from the entertainment industry to the fashion industry?"

Wendy Lynch asked quite bluntly.

"Has a green-tea bitch arrived?" Yulia O’Connell’s eyes suddenly opened, "And she uses your husband’s chat tool to send you messages? So audacious?"

Melody Thorne "...You’re overthinking it. She’s not. She’s my husband’s cousin."

Wendy Lynch sent another message.

"Sister-in-law, I have a way to make Sila notice you quickly. Do you believe me?"

"What way?"

"I’ll initiate a PK challenge with you in my own name. I’m just supporting you. If you win, Sila will definitely notice you. After all, I’m the daughter of the Lynch family, so the online attention will definitely be high."

"She initiated a PK with you." Yulia O’Connell propped her chin with one hand, "The mistress begins to provoke the main wife."

Melody Thorne’s expression slightly changed too, but Wendy Lynch had been staying at the Quinn Family house these few days, always quiet enough for Melody to overlook her presence, always addressing her as ’sister-in-law.’

"She’s Jared Quinn’s cousin," she seemed to be explaining to herself, or perhaps to Yulia O’Connell.

"Heh," Yulia O’Connell raised her lips, "Cole O’Connell is still my biological brother, you know. In a man’s eyes, no relationship can bind their inner desires."

Melody Thorne "..."

She accepted Wendy Lynch’s PK. Online, there was a lot of noise, and Wendy also spent money to buy major headlines. For a while, their photos and information were compared online and went viral.

"Open it and see what her first tweet says?" Yulia O’Connell reminded.

Melody Thorne opened Wendy Lynch’s first picture. Her fashion pairing was entirely skillful, mature, and elegant, resembling Sila’s style, not in the least losing to the few photos she posted.

"This is clearly a provocation. It’s ridiculous that you still consider her a cousin," Yulia O’Connell chuckled lightly.

"Knock knock," the office door was tapped twice. Cole O’Connell, dressed in a long, ash-colored trench coat, leaned lazily against the outside, tapping his long fingers on the glass door, a faint smile on his lips, "Let’s go, my little princess."

Yulia O’Connell glanced at the time—not too much, not too little, exactly ten minutes. He really wouldn’t spare even a bit more time for her. Is this called letting her be free?

Getting up, she threw her soft body into the man’s chest like a bird, lifting her little face and mischievously calling, "Brother..."

Cole O’Connell’s eyes, usually calm, didn’t show their usual anger this time. Instead, his large hand rubbed her little head, his husky voice filled with some subtle desire, "Lightly responded, let’s go home and let you call enough."

He seemed to be smiling, but that smile made one’s scalp tingle.

The Owens Family combined manor and European architecture, looking much like The Ivory Hall on the outside, and inside, it seemed like money was splashed everywhere, its grandeur enough to make one gasp.

Returning home, the first thing Yulia O’Connell did was to take off the high heels, walking barefoot on the luxurious white cashmere carpet. This was Cole O’Connell’s infringement of rules, as he had an almost perverse psychology,