My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!

She resembles her by seventy percent.

The woman clearly flinched when she saw her, appearing flustered for a few seconds.

It must be her, otherwise why would she panic?

Melody Thorne’s little hand made cracking noises as she clenched it, she wanted to hit someone, really wanted to hit someone, she wanted to tear that woman’s face apart!

Jared Quinn twitched his eyes slightly, suppressing his somewhat restless little fists.

Ever since the incident of her hitting someone last time, he wasn’t worried that she’d lose in a fight anymore.

Ona’s gaze obviously noticed Melody Thorne behind Jared Quinn too, squinting his eyes at the woman by his side, like a high-class counterfeit.

"Haha, it’s been a long time since Young Master Quinn and Young Master Rivers came to my place, welcome, welcome," Ona’s rough voice was as loud as a megaphone, somewhat ear-piercing.

"You’re too kind. Recently, with nothing much going on, I came to take a look," Jared Quinn calmly lit a cigarette. "Heard you’ve been spending all your time in bed lately? Only interested in women, not even caring about your casino anymore?"

"What nonsense, Young Master Quinn. Just recently got myself a new woman, you know there’s always a freshness period for both men and women. So yeah, I’ve been indulging a bit. You understand, Young Master Quinn," Ona’s eyes drifted to Melody Thorne, sweeping over her petite face and pink lips. His interest in the woman beside him started to fade.

"Speaking of which, your new pet’s not really impressive this time. Just look at that face, the powder is thicker than the paint on the wall. When did your taste become so poor?" Leon Rivers laughed.

Upon hearing this, the woman’s expression had stiffened to an almost greenish hue.

"Ona, look at how your friends talk about people and you don’t even defend them," the woman’s cheek brushed against Ona’s sleeve. "Look, I’m obviously a natural beauty, not wearing any powder."

Ona studied the woman’s face up and down. Indeed, no powder, because he could hardly see any unless someone was very far away from him.

"Nearsighted?" Melody Thorne furrowed her brow. "Anyone with eyes can see, okay?"

"It’s farsighted," Jared Quinn corrected her.

"Heh," Melody Thorne laughed. How did he ever become the Gambling King?

"Come on, let’s stop talking about women, let’s gamble a few rounds properly," Ona rubbed his extremely rough hands, his loud voice echoed in the gambling hall. "Quick, quick, set up the table, today Young Master Quinn and I will have a good game."

Soon, a long table inlaid with platinum and burl wood appeared in the hall.

"Can I play?" Melody Thorne asked softly.

Jared Quinn pulled her onto his lap with one hand. "Play as you like."

He’s not short of money!

Melody Thorne rubbed her hands, inexplicably excited. "Then tell me how to play, I promise I’ll win a lot of money for you."

"Mm," Jared Quinn replied casually, flicking some ash off his cigarette.

"Oh, today Young Master Quinn lets a woman play?" Ona was intrigued, picking up a large box and placing it on the table, opening it to reveal stacks of cash!

Melody Thorne rubbed her little hands. "Comparing cash is boring, you’re not short of money, Jared Quinn isn’t short of money, why not bet on something else?"

Ona was inexplicably excited upon seeing her, forgetting the newly acquired pet beside him. "Oh? How do you want to bet? Tell us, we guys are all ears!"

Melody Thorne calmly pointed to the woman standing behind him,

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