His Heiress Wife (Retika)

Chapter 170: Why Should I Help You? 

The people present were so shocked when they saw this scene that their jaws almost fell off.

Melody looked at them in disdain and then raised her head.Her cold gaze swept across the boys.

She looked so scary that people trembled whenever she looked at them.

Melody's gaze was like a cold wind from Siberia that blew at them.

Melody’'s strong kick made the boys retreat as they finally understood they were not on the same level as her.

The girl kneeling on the ground finally reacted and rushed forward to hug Melody's thigh.

But she froze as soon as she saw Melody looking at her.

The girl looked so frightened that she only burped when she opened her mouth to say something.

Melody casually pulled over a chair, adjusted her clothes, and sat down lavishly.

Her posture was highly authoritative, just like a boss.

Melody raised her eyebrows at the girl and asked coldly, "Why is he messing with you?"

She glanced at Charles as she spoke.

The girl immediately understood what Melody meant.

She looked at Charles hesitantly and then lowered her head as if she was afraid to say anything.

However, if the girl would not say anything, Melody had no business staying there any longer.

"Do as you please!" Melody stated.

After she spoke, Melody pretended as if she was about to leave.

The girl then anxiously asked, "If I told you, can you help me?"

Melody turned around and looked at her with a hint of mockery in her cold eyes.

"Why should I help you?" she asked.

The girl looked at Melody with red eyes and bit her lower lip, not knowing how to answer.

The two of them had nothing to do with each other.

The woman was right, why would she help a stranger? Melody was not a superhero and had no obligation to help the girl.

Melody's attitude was still cold, and no one could guess what she was thinking right now.

When she saw that the girl had lowered her head, she spoke again.

"If you tell me, I might be in a good mood and help you!" Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Although Melody was a girl, she could still give people a sense of security and make them trust her.

The girl realized that perhaps, Melody was her only chance.

Those guys were cold and ruthless.

They might not be able to beat Melody, but it was too easy for them to deal with her.

Even though Charles constantly looked at the girl with threatening eyes, the girl was still determined to speak.

"It's because I told the teacher that Charles didn't do his homework.And that the homework he submitted was mine.To take revenge on me, he brought people here to force me to apologize and drink!"

The girl yelled as she pointed at Charles.

Melody lowered her eyes and looked coldly at the girl.

"Are you from Lantern Academy Class 1?"

Class 1 was a famous top-class at Lantern Academy, Charles’ school.

Melody looked at the girl's white dress that had turned yellowish from washing.She did not look like she came from a wealthy family, which confused Melody.

Perhaps the girl understood the meaning of Melody's gaze.She lowered her head in embarrassment.

Then she said in a soft tone, "My name is Andrea.I am indeed from Class 1.I was accepted at Lantern Academy because of my grades!"

Hearing this, Melody finally understood the situation.

A luxurious school like Lantern Academy allowed students from low-income families to enter their school to raise their average scores.

Children of poor families could not resist the temptation once they were offered a scholarship to such a prestigious school.

After she understood the pros and cons of the situation, Melody turned her head to look at Charles.

Being stared at by Melody, Charles felt his heart palpitate.In order to save his reputation, he tried to speak with authority.

"Melody, you are a jinx! You better be careful and don't cause any trouble for me.If I can't deal with you today, I will deal with you some other day.So you have to keep your mouth shut!"

Melody laughed coldly, "Charles, I didn’t expect you to be a tyrant on campus!"

Charles saw that Melody was siding on Andrea and was furious.

"Are you crazy? What does she have to do with you? Mind your own unbearably annoying and disgusting life! What gives you the right to meddle with my affairs? You bastard!"

Melody glanced around, and her eyes fell on the decorative juniper on the side.

She stood up, stretched out her hand towards the juniper, and quickly took a branch from it.

Melody used it to whip at Charles's left thigh.

This stick was thin and could not break a bone, but it could still hurt someone enough to make them cry.

"Melody, you're crazy! How dare you hit me!" Charles shouted.

Melody did not respond to him but instead hit him again.

This time, Melody struck him on his right thigh.

But this time, Melody did not give Charles any chance to catch his breath.She continued to hit him from left to right.

Charles screamed as he dodged, but it did not help.

Charles felt like the whip had its own eyes that no matter how hard he tried to dodge it, it still hit him.

"It hurts, Melody! Stop it already! You're crazy!" Charles cried.

However, Melody not only did not stop but exerted more strength.

"It hurts so much! Security, hurry up and help me!" Charles yelled.

Austin had already dealt with the security of the restaurant.

Even if their boss was beaten up, they would not dare to help without Seth's order.

As he felt that his cry for help was ineffective, Charles, in unbearable pain, could only start to threaten Melody.

"Melody, stop right now! My parents won't let you get away with this.Do you hear me?"

But to Melody, all of Charles’ threats had no effect at all.She did not stop striking and looked at Charles carefully.

"If you have the time to beg your parents, why don't you just beg them forgiveness for what you have done?" Melody questioned.

Melody's hands moved faster and struck Charles even harder.

Charles was like a frog that had been thrown on an iron pan, jumping back and forth.His expression was twisted, and his movements looked very funny.

Charles’ friends were so terrified that they swallowed their own saliva after seeing Charles being dealt with so severely.

Melody did not even blink her eyes through all of this.

Charles’ friends wanted to leave but they dared not to.

They could only silently watch from the side, afraid that the next one to be beaten up would be them.

After such a big fuss happened, no one came out to stop them.

They were all members of aristocratic families and knew what was happening.

It meant that Melody had a more significant background and did not even care if she would offend the restaurant owner.

The owner of this restaurant was quite influential in California but they dared not offend Melody.

Therefore, people who were not as powerful and significant as the restaurant owner could not afford to do so as well.

Charles could not take it anymore and fell to the ground, wailing in pain.

"I was wrong! I was wrong, alright? Melody, stop right now!"

Melody snorted as she heard Charles beg for mercy.

Then, she retorted back, "You're wrong? Are you admitting your mistake now?"

After a pause, Melody added, "Charles, didn't your parents teach you how to say sorry? Didn't they teach you to be prim and proper?"

Charles gritted his teeth and still did not want to lower his head to ask for forgiveness.

Melody did not want to let him go either.Her whipping became even ferocious.

Iven was as terrified as Charles and the others at this time.He swallowed his saliva and cautiously asked, "Mr.Harrison, don't you think he will die if this goes on?"

"He won't!" Seth replied without even raising his head.

Iven was just about to let out a sigh of relief when Seth's following words almost choked him to death.

"At most, she'll only cripple one of his legs!"

If lven remembered correctly, the kid Melody was beating must be from the Sullivan family, Charles.

He was Melody's biological younger brother.

Iven thought that Melody was indeed a ruthless person since she could even do such a thing to her own biological brother.

‘Melody, you are so ruthless!’ he exclaimed in his heart.