Chapter 594

After her recent lesson, Melody dared not be presumptuous. She forced a smile and tried to politely move past the elderly couple.

Unexpectedly, the woman slapped her twice, making Melody's head spin.

"Wilma! How dare you hit my son? Are you tired of living here? Leave and don't ever come back!"

Wilma? So this body belonged to someone named Wilma? And are this couple my in-laws?

But that wasn't her immediate concern. Melody looked sharply at the woman and asked, "Really?" Leaving the dilapidated house sounded wonderful. She wanted to leave. As she forced her way out, the woman grabbed her.

Unsure of the woman's intentions, Melody asked, "Didn't you want me to leave? Why are you stopping me?"

"Hmph!" the woman sneered, shattering Melody's hopes. "Let you leave? We spent $2,000 on your wedding!"

"$2,000?" Melody was incredulous. "If you let me go, I'll give you money! Twenty thousand! No, two hundred thousand! Is that enough?"

The couple's eyes lit up, but then they sneered. "Have you found a rich man? Two hundred thousand? Can you even afford that?"

"Yes! If you don't believe me, let me go. I'll pay you, I promise!"

"We don't believe you. Don't lie. Two hundred thousand? You talk as if you've found a treasure chest!"

The couple refused to believe her, locking her inside to "reflect." Melody panicked, trying to open the door, but Wilma's body was no match for their strength. The door slammed shut. Starving and despairing, she wept against the wall until exhaustion brought sleep.

Half-asleep, she heard a rustling sound. Thinking Wilma's husband had returned, she shivered. Opening her eyes, she saw someone crawling from under the bed—a pig-like, extremely ugly man.

Terror gripped Melody. She was about to scream, but the man said, "Wilma, don't be afraid. I'm here to help you escape. Come quickly!"

Is he Wilma's other lover?

Disgusted and resistant, Melody was nevertheless moved. "Can you really get me out?"

"We dug this tunnel together last year! Hurry, I've missed you!"

Goosebumps covered Melody, but escaping this hellhole was paramount. Gritting her teeth, she crawled after the man.

The tunnel, dug under the bed, reeked of decay and soil, making Melody nauseous. The man urged her on.

Seven or eight minutes later, they emerged, not outside, but into another dilapidated house that smelled strongly of meat. Suffocated, Melody fled, running into the bustling street and hailing a taxi. "Remmington Street, quickly!"

The taxi sped away. Melody saw the butcher chasing her, but the car ensured her escape. Relief washed over her.

Forty minutes later, the taxi stopped. "Fifty dollars, please."

Melody, accustomed to a life of luxury, had no money. She opened her mouth to curse, but seeing her reflection, she said, "Sir, please wait. I'll get my family to pay."

"Is that your home?"

Melody frantically nodded. She'd lived there for months, with a driver, servants, and everything provided. But the driver looked unconvinced. He waved her off, "Hurry up, I'm busy."

Melody rang the doorbell. A servant appeared. "Who are you? Leave!"

"I'm Melody!" she insisted. But who would believe her, looking as she did?

Fleur sneered. "Miss Melody's shopping. You look like you escaped a mental hospital! Leave, or I'll hit you with a broom!"

Melody had a way to prove herself. Remembering an incident involving Fleur and a hot iron, she prepared to explain, when Melody's Porsche pulled up.