The next second, her hand behind her pressed against Melody Thorne's forehead, the cold metallic touch, Melody Thorne knew it was a gun.
"Did you call me here just to kill me?" Melody Thorne's gaze was unruffled, looking deeply at the woman before her. "What? Could it be that this so-called relative is a threat to you? You want to kill me before telling me anything about my background?"
Stella Seymour's gaze on Melody Thorne changed a bit, she slightly raised the excessively long tail of her painted eyebrows. "What? Aren't you afraid?"
Melody Thorne raised her hand, moved away the gun that Stella Seymour had pressed against her forehead. "If I'm not mistaken, you should have known long ago that I am the person you are looking for, and you have had plenty of opportunities. After all, you are in the open, and I am in the dark. If you wanted to take action, you would have done so already."
