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Chapter 322 Usual Spot
Four years had passed, yet Spencer still hadn’t learned how to refuse Melody. Whatever she said, he couldn’t help but care.
Just like now, as he sped on his motorcycle to the old spot that all the Tuckers remembered and had agreed upon.
Whil Spencer was on his way, chaos erupted online.
“Who The account that just replied to VoiceMel is Carlos, the ultra–wealthy prince of Aventras?”
“This feud is getting interesting! You can tell that Amazon’s CEO, Cameron, really wants the Sylrien Orchid.
Atriend of mine at the Greenfield Biopharmaceutical Research Institute mentioned that Melody extracted a substance from the Syrien Orchid that has a remarkable ability to repair human cell structures. Now the entire scientific community is coveting it.
“But the Sylmien Orchid is only known for its effectiveness in scar and cell repair; I’ve never heard of it being used for medical restoration or treating disabilities.
Now here comes the little prince of Aventras, openly trying to “steal” the Sylrien Orchid. The point is that Melody won’t even give it to her own brother, yet she’s willing to offer it to him?”
“What are Cameron and Suzanna thinking? They’re really playing a moral pressure here. The Sylrien Orchid belongs to Mel. Why should it be used to treat his legs?
So what if he’s her brother? The way he’s pressuring his sister to hand over the Sylrien Orchid is by trying to destroy her company. With such a malicious mindset, he can’t be a good person.
“Honestly, I think a life of disability is his fate!”
Tm really curious about the usual spot Melody and Carlos agreed to meet. If only we could livestream it.
The living Syrien Orchid–the last remaining specimen of this extinct flower in the world! I’d love to see it in person.”
“Tsk tsk, this transaction feels quite unusual.
“With so many powerful figures interested in the living Sylrien Orchid, if Melody gives it to Carlos, it’s bound to attract a lot of attention and attempts to snatch it away.”
Sommerville 7th High School.
The students were all on winter break.
The entire school was enveloped in an atmosphere of bleak desolation, with the autumn wind sweeping through, scattering fallen leaves in a breathtaking scene.
Spencer parked his motorcycle outside the school.
As he looked at the open gates of Sommerville 7th High School, his expression turned cold. Through the swirling leaves, he spotted the girl standing in the schoolyard.
Melody wore a pure white puffer jacket that enveloped her petite frame, but her exposed earlobes and the tip of her nose were still flushed a rosy red from the cold.
Upon seeing him, she suddenly jumped up and waved, inviting him to come in.
Sommerville 7th High School was one of the top public high schools that produced the most outstanding students each year,
nd it was also Melody’s former school.
tintil she turned 10, Melody had been the school’s sweetheart.
She excelled academically and was beautiful, skipping grades to enroll at Sommerville 7th High School, where she completed her high school courses in just one year before joining the gifted program at Greenfield University.
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She was once a shining legend at Sommerville 7th High School.
However, after her family transferred her when she turned 16, she never returned to this place again.
Spencer’s gaze darkened as he accelerated his sleek motorcycle and sped into the school grounds, twisting the throttle as if to break through the barriers of speed, heading straight for Melody.
It was too fast.
The rush of wind whipped against him, creating an exhilarating thrill as voices in his mind urged him on.
Aren’t you here for revenge?
Just go for it.
She came alone.
- e. No one would know if you ran her over.
Spencer’s eyes grew darker as he pushed his motorcycle to its limits, but in the next moment, he couldn’t help but shout in a hoarse, threatening voice. “Melody, get out of the way!”
Yet Melody remained rooted in place, watching him recklessly accelerate toward her.
With each passing second, the threat of being knocked over grew ever more real.
Seeing her calm demeanor and unwavering stance, Spencer growled in frustration, “Sh*t!”
Just before the motorcycle collided with Melody, he sharply turned, the tires screeching as they ground against the pavement with an ear–piercing noise.
He managed to come to a steady stop, skillfully maneuvering the bike around to return to her side.
From his elevated position on the motorcycle, Spencer glared down at Melody, his face clouded with displeasure.
The boy’s brows knitted tightly, anger radiating from him as he snapped, “Stupid woman, are you crazy? Can’t you see the motorcycle coming? Why don’t you get out of the way?”
But Melody only smiled, her bright, almond–shaped eyes reflecting the youthful frustration on his face.
Then she reached out to wipe the cold sweat from Spencer’s forehead.
Her voice was gentle yet resolute as she asked, “Are you really willing to run your sister over, Spence?”
Her familiar gesture made Spencer tense up, and he turned his face away from her hand, sneering.
