Jared Quinn's deep eyes gazed out the window, watching a laughing man and woman outside,
Melody Thorne had never smiled when she was by his side.
"President," Simon Sutton spoke again, feeling the increasing chill in the car. "Do you want me to bring the little wife?"
"Back to the hotel."
"Yes."
In the large presidential suite, every message Jared Quinn received on his computer screen was a scene of Melody Thorne and Hans Montrose enjoying themselves, while the page on his left showed a phone call interface.
Melody Thorne just glanced at it twice, then turned off her phone.
"Bang" The laptop in the man's hand was thrown to the ground, anger burning.
After Melody Thorne and Hans Montrose finished playing, it was already evening. She walked while looking down in her bag for the keys.
Two men walked over from the opposite side.
