"No!" Sophie Thorne blurted out. "That’s too dangerous..."
Melody Summers subtly shot Sophie a look, stopping her from saying more. "I know what I’m doing. Don’t worry."
Seeing that Melody had agreed, the pregnant woman timidly pointed to a nearby alley. "My home is just down this alley, a few minutes’ walk. It won’t take up much of your time."
Melody nodded, then said to Sophie and the others, "You all wait for me here. Don’t follow me. I’ll be back soon."
***
Melody supported the pregnant woman as they walked through the dim alley. There were no streetlights; only the flashlight from a phone illuminated the thick darkness.
As they walked, the pregnant woman kept talking to Melody. "Thank you so much, miss. You’re such a good person..."
Melody lowered her gaze and replied nonchalantly, "It’s nothing. You don’t have to be so polite."
About ten minutes later, after twisting and turning through the alley, they arrived at an iron gate. The pregnant woman seemed to let out a sigh of relief. She smiled at Melody and said, "This is my home."
Even though they had arrived, the woman’s hand was still gripping Melody’s tightly, as if she was afraid Melody would suddenly run away.
Melody calmly let her hold on, showing no intention of leaving.
After a knock, the door was quickly opened.
A tall man opened it. The pregnant woman pulled Melody inside and took the initiative to explain, "I fell outside just now, and this nice lady brought me back."
The man who opened the door sized Melody up, squeezed out a smile, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you for helping my wife. Please, come in and have a glass of water."
The man then took a few steps forward, discreetly blocking the doorway.
Melody, however, acted as if she hadn’t noticed. She smiled, nodded in agreement, and even reached out to close the heavy gate herself.
The pair seemed stunned that she would voluntarily close the gate. Both were taken aback.
It was probably the first time they had ever encountered such a proactive and cooperative target. They both silently cursed Melody for her stupidity.
As she helped the woman into the house, Melody surveyed the property.
It was an ordinary single-story house with a small, empty courtyard that offered a clear view, with nowhere to hide anything. The house had two bedrooms and a living room, but the doors to both bedrooms were shut tight.
The moment they were inside, the man who had opened the door couldn’t wait to show his true colors.
While double-locking the door, he said to Melody with a wicked grin, "Well, little girl, since you’re here, you’re not leaving. My wife’s pregnant, so you can stay and be my new wife, haha!"
But the pregnant woman shot him a glare. She took off her coat and pulled a fake belly out from under her sweater.
It turned out she wasn’t pregnant at all.
The two of them had expected Melody to cry and scream like their other victims, but Melody showed no significant reaction.
Meeting their triumphant gazes, Melody asked, "My friends are still waiting for me outside. If I don’t go out, they’ll definitely come looking for me. They all saw me come in here with you. Aren’t you afraid they’ll call the police for me?"
The man cursed at her words. Then, while eyeing her with a lecherous gaze, he said, "Don’t threaten me with the cops! I’ll be straight with you, little girl, we’re not afraid of them. Now that you’re here, there’s no way you’re leaving. You might as well just be good and come to me. Seeing as you’re quite a looker, I’ll be sure to treat you well."
He then ignored Melody and turned to the fake pregnant woman, saying in a fawning tone, "Ms. Archer, just give this one to me. Lily just said to dispose of her, not how. Instead of just killing her, you might as well let me have her..."
The fake pregnant woman, the one called Ms. Archer, replied, "Fine, you can have your fun, but be careful. Don’t let her escape. When you’re done, tie her up and lock her in the basement. This is a critical time, so don’t cause any unnecessary trouble."
The man nodded repeatedly. "Don’t you worry, Ms. Archer. With me here, she’s not going anywhere. After I’m done, I’ll lock her in the basement. The police won’t find her even if they come knocking!"


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