"Do you believe in dreams?" Jared Quinn chuckled, the pure gold lighter turning ceaselessly in his palm.
"This…" Harold Chapman looked up, being a soldier, naturally achieved the most precise analysis "First, whether or not we believe in the lady's dream, it came true, that person indeed saved you,
Second, no one's dream is this accurate, and it's hard to draw someone's likeness so similar without having seen them before, unless she had met this person, left a deep impression on her"
"Third" Harold looked up, glancing at the man's expression "someone contacted her, told her you'd be ambushed, but the probability of these three situations is very small."
Because Melody Thorne had never been abroad, let alone contacted someone overseas, and this person's identity was not ordinary.
Jared Quinn stood up, depth and coldness flickering with meaning on his face, what secret is hidden in the woman who sleeps in his bed?
