"Certainly," Melody Turner's eyes flashed with a hint of cold light, "but I have one condition."
The two were instantly in agreement.
"Miss, do you really want to help her?" Standing by, the bodyguard watched as Evelyn Smith left, his eyes filled with disdain and a condescending attitude.
Such a woman dared to negotiate terms with his young lady.
It was utterly ludicrous.
Melody Turner got into the car and then took out her sunglasses.
"This Grace Harrell, what's her background? I wasn't aware that the Harrell Family had such a title."
Wasn't the old Mr. Harrell an only child? Where did Grace Harrell come from?
The bodyguard had been by her side for a long time; even her smallest movements were clear to him.
"She's a child adopted by the old Mr. Harrell, it seems she is the granddaughter of a comrade from his youth, and got along very well with Sophia Cloud from a young age. She joined the military four years ago and only recently returned."