Melody Strikes Back by Myra Walker

Ken was startled and quickly reached out to grab Janet’s wrist 

Janet took advantage of the momentum and fell into Ken’s arms, hitting his chest with her fists. “Let go of me! Let me die! None of 

about me!” 

Ken had no other choice. He picked Janet up horizontally and started striding out. 

Just as he reached the doorway, he bumped into James, who had just bought some hangover medicine. 

Seeing Ken holding Janet, James asked, somewhat shocked, “Mr. Swanson? Where are you going?” 

“To the nearby hotel. She’s in a bad state. We need to sober her up 

“Yes, Mr. Swanson.” James quickly went to get the car, and soon they reached the nearest hotel. 

However, neither of them noticed the flash of a camera in a black business car nearby. 

At Serenity Villa, Melody was about to fall asleep when her phone suddenly chimed with a message. 

Is it Ken?‘ she wondered. 

Her sleepiness vanished instantly, and she opened her eyes to check her phone 

However, the message was from an unfamiliar number, containing just two photos. 

you should care 

Curious, she clicked on them, only to see pictures of Ken holding Janet intimately. In the second photo, Ken was carrying Janet into a hotel 

It was obvious what a man and a woman going into a hotel together would do. 

Melody glanced at the bed she was lying in, which belonged to Ken. This scene felt oddly ironic. 

It was her fault that this perfect couple couldn’t go home and had to sleep in a hotel. 

Taking a deep breath, Melody got up, found a blanket in the closet and went downstairs to lie on the couch. 

The couch didn’t carry Ken’s scent, which helped calm her down. Her gaze fell back on her phone. 

This time, she wasn’t looking at the photos but the number that sent them. 

“Who has sent me these photos? What’s his or her purposer‘ she thought to herself. 

She frowned slightly and dialed the number. 

The phone rang twice before the other party hung up. 

She tried calling again, but it went straight to voicemail. 

Melody couldn’t even lie still on the couch. She opened Ken’s laptop on the coffee table and her fingers flew across the keyboard. 

The screen filled with green lines of code as she rapidly typed. In no time, she had finished and hit the enter key, successfully hacking into the sender’s phone and retrieving his identity. 

“Anthony Murphy.” She read the name aloud, her eyes narrowing as she searched for information about Anthony online. 

Soon, she discovered he was a distant relative of the Murphy family in Instermond. 

So it’s Janet’s doing. I should have guessed; she sneered inwardly 

Janet had set this up, just waiting to flaunt her victory. 

With a blank expression, Melody deleted all traces of her activity from the laptop and closed it. 

She couldn’t deny that her mood was completely ruined by Janet’s antics, her mind involuntarily imagining what might be happening between Ken and Janet at the hotel. 

In the hotel suite, Ken laid Janet on the bed and was about to ask James to get some water when his wrist was suddenly gripped. It was Janet. 

“Don’t go… don’t leave me. You’re all I have left…” Janet mumbled, her eyes misty with a haze of 

Ken frowned slightly, unable to leave Janet alone in this state. 

He sighed and said, Jane, I need to get you some water. You’ve had too much to drink” Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t go.” Janet stubbornly tightened her grip on Ken’s wrist. 

From the bed, Janet continued to murmur, “Don’t leave me here alone… My brother left, abandoned me, and now you will too. I know I did wrong. but I truly regret it but no one listens… 

Tears streamed down her cheeks, making her look even more pitiful. 

Ken had no choice but to sit by the bed and use his free hand to dial James‘ number. “Bring the hangover medicine in, and ask the hotel to warm 

some milk.” 

“Yes,” James replied succinctly and went to carry out the cask 

After the call, Ken’s gaze fell back on Janes. 

Janet had been with Ken through the creation of Ximber Tech. For one of Ximber Tech’s new products, she hadn’t even attended her brother’s funeral. 

On the business battlefield, they had been unstoppable. No matter how formidable the opponent, Janet had always been confident and composed. He had never seen her so despondent. 

Feeling a pang of guilt, Ken tucked the blanket around Janet and said, “I’m not leaving. You can’t handle alcohol well, so don’t go to places like bars in the future.” 

As his words hung in the air, Janet’s sobbing seemed to ease. 

Ken heaved a sigh of relief. 

Just then, James knocked on the bedroom door with the hangover medicine. 

‘Come in,” Ken said. 

James entered, handing Ken a glass of water and the medicine while asking, “Mr. Swanson, is Miss Murphy feeling any better?” 

“Somewhat” Ken replied. After a pause, he asked, “What about the guy who harassed her!” 

The guy pretended to be unconscious and ran when we were about to put him in the car. The bar 

James looked down, embarrassed. “He got away. T 

entrance was crowded, and we lost him.” 

“And the bar’s surveillance footage!” 

“Coincidentally, the surveillance system was being upgraded today, so nothing was recorded. We’ll have to wait until Miss Murphy sobers up fully and get a sketch artist to have her describe the guy.” 

“Okay.” Ken’s expression was unreadable as he patted Janet’s shoulder. Jane, wake up and take your medicine. You’ll feel better.” 

He brought the medicine to her lips, but Janet turned her head away, frowning like a child. “No medicine” 

“Be good,” Ken said, motioning for James to help him. Together, they struggled for a while before getting Janet to take the medicine. 

As James was about to leave quietly, Ken called out to him, “James.” 

James stopped and quickly asked, “Mr. Swanson, is there anything che?” 

Ken looked down at Janet, her brows still furrowed in her sleep, and asked quietly. “Do you think I’ve been too cold–hearted toward Jane?” 

James could not help but choke. Ken spoke again. “Say what you want to say.” 

James hesitated, then swallowed hard and replied, “Miss Murphy’s contributions to you and the company are well–known. Seeing her like this, you do bear some responsibility. Honestly, how long have you known Miss Fox compared to how long Miss Murphy has been with you! Yet it seems you treat Miss Fox much better than Miss Murphy. Many people are disheartened by your actions.” 

Ken’s back stiffened, his eyes darkening 

James quickly apologized. T’m sorry, Mr. Swanson. I overstepped.”