Chapter 425

No one said a word when they left.

Hunter drove Sage’s Lolls-Loyce and led the way. Yoel was driving a Lamborgene and was right behind
them. His convertible roof was opened and he wore sunglasses. He knew he looked handsome and
dashing. Sage and Hunter talked about work for a while, and they realized that Melody, who was
always a chatterbox, had suddenly gone silent. Sage turned around and saw that the girl was sitting
right in front of the rear windshield in a well-behaved manner and was looking at Yoel, who was behind
them. Her eyes were glued to him like she was watching a drama.

Sage raised her fingers and snapped in front of Melody’s face. “Hey, you’re so obsessed with him that
you’re drooling.” “He’s so handsome.” Melody wiped her drool at the corner of her mouth and was
openly appreciating Yoel’s appearance. She turned her head to ask Sage, “Aunt Sage, how can this
Rich Fulton man be so good looking?” Sage was not impressed. “Is he? Your father is much more
handsome than him.” “No way.” Melody decisively shook her head. “My old man is so old he’s
practically a prune. Other than those vixens who don’t have discerning eyes, nobody would think he
looks good.”

Sage was speechless. She felt that Melody had unintentionally insulted her. Melody never had a filter
when it came to speaking her mind. When she realized what she had just said, she turned her head to
the side and saw Sage’s cold gaze. She immediately started to beg for her life. She put her hands
together and knelt to beg for mercy. “Don’t get me wrong, Aunt Sage. I didn’t mean to insult you!”

Sage mercilessly slapped her bottom.

“Ouch!” Melody let out an exaggerated cry. She rubbed her sore bottom and started to talk again, “Aunt
Sage, are you interested in Mister Fulton at all? If you’re not interested in him, I’ll go for him.” Sage
raised her eyebrows. “You?” “Yes,” Melody said seriously, “My great-grandmother said that one has to



start looking for a potential partner from a young age. Once I meet a good man, I have to quickly make
my move. Otherwise, he would be snatched up by other women!”

That sounded extraordinarily familiar.

Sage was reminded of the first time she went to Mostal, which was where the Samuel Residence was
at. At that time, Sage was probably about the same age as Melody. She was still a minor.

Grandma Samuel held her hand and asked her with a big and sincere smile, “Sage, are you married?”



Sage answered, “I’m… still a minor.

Grandma Samuel then said, “Oh, then are you in a relationship?”

Sage said, “No.” Grandma Samuel said, “You have to hurry up. There aren’t many good men left. All
the ones that are left behind are never that good. Once you meet a good one, you have to quickly
make your move. Otherwise, he’ll be snatched up by other women!” At that time, she had already fallen
in love with someone. After she heard that remark, she felt that it made complete sense, and she
married Jace at a very young age. However, it still resulted in a divorce, did it not?

“Whether it’s love or marriage, it all depends on fate. You can’t rush it.” As a person who had been
through it, Sage shared her personal experience with her niece.” How much of this world have you
seen? How many men have you met? Do you know how sinister society is and how unpredictable a
person can be? Be careful not to be tricked without even knowing it.”

Melody, on the other hand, had her own reasoning. “You can call it fate only if you have caught the
person, if you were not able to catch the person, then he will just become a passerby. Besides, I’m very
smart. This man is handsome, but he is silly. He seems like the type to be easily coaxed.” Sage knew



that although the girl was young, she was very shrewd. She was very opinionated and is still in her
rebellious stage. The more anybody tells her not to do something, the more she would want to do it.

“As you wish. However, I have to tell you, older men are bad, plus older men who are good looking are
even worse. You better be mindful. If he dares to bully you, prick him with a needle or even drug him.
Don’t let yourself get hurt. Do you understand?”

Melody nodded solemnly. She patted her own pocket safely.

“Don’t worry, Aunt Sage. I have plenty of secret weapons here. A bag of pistachio from me is enough to
make him beg for mercy. I happen to be in need of someone to test the drug on. I just don’t know if he
can take it.”

“He can. Go all out on him.” Sage was merciless. Leah – who was next to them — heard their
dangerous remarks and was so stunned as if she had been struck by lightning. Melody’s father was
probably not the only one responsible for her to be this eccentric… Hunter silently gripped the steering
wheel tightly. He felt that Leah was the best and the most adorable. The two women next to Leah,
however, were vicious!!

He could only silently feel nervous for Mister Fulton. His life is going to be in danger soon…


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