"I rented a helicopter, but there's no room for you," Nigel Clegg said coldly.
"Why isn't there room for me," Jose frowned and looked at himself, "I think I'm quite compact. Could fit in the luggage compartment, right?"
Melody Foster saw his mischievous appearance and couldn't help but laugh.
"Your brother is just joking with you," she said on behalf of Nigel Clegg, "Right?"
Nigel Clegg: "..."
When had he ever said it was a joke?
He had never planned a seat for Alvin Clegg, especially since: "His health isn't good; he can't ride in a helicopter."
"Who says my health isn't good," Jose spun around, "Where does it look like I'm unwell? At least, I'm healthier than my sister, right? By the way, what's your name, sister?"
He obviously knew Melody Foster's name!
But at this moment, he feigned innocence.
"My name is Melody Foster," Melody Foster replied honestly, completely missing Jose's underlying malice.
But Nigel Clegg heard the thick threat in Jose's words.
