"This..." Jane Foster hadn't expected that Nigel Clegg would actually go to such lengths to protect Melody Foster.
She was both angry and jealous, but she couldn't vent her feelings at that moment.
Her insides were churning with frustration.
"Mr. Clegg, Mr. Clegg I think this is all a misunderstanding," Arthur Baker, seeing how serious Nigel Clegg was, had no choice but to immediately give in. After all, if it was Jane Foster who started the fight, even though she ended up injured, she would at least have no righteousness to stand on.
"Arthur Baker, you are also a friend from my Military Academy." Nigel Clegg's face was cold, and he suddenly extended his arm, wrapping it around Melody Foster's shoulder, "I am here now, solemnly telling you, Melody Foster, she is my girlfriend. If we can still be friends, then perhaps we can even become relatives by marriage. But if you don't want that, I don't mind if our friendship ends here."
