Oliver Rubio stood aside, watching the couple argue. Even though he tried his best to minimize his presence, he was still dragged into the fray by a single sentence from Daisy Ginger.
He awkwardly held his phone, glanced at Edward Stephens, and was imdiately noticed by Daisy: "What are you standing there for? Didn’t you hear tell you to call the police?"
Edward retorted, "Why are you dragging soone else into our issue?"
This woman is really unreasonable.
Daisy’s face was stern, "When did I ever have an issue with you?"
After saying this, she ignored Edward, shook off his hand, and walked away.
Edward stood there, watching her hastily departing figure, frowning deeply.
Oliver remained standing, glancing at Daisy’s back, then at Edward, feeling extrely awkward, "Sir Stephens, then I’ll take my leave first."
Edward lifted his chin slightly, his gaze still fixed on Daisy, "Drive her ho."
Oliver smiled bitterly, "Director Ginger is quite independent; she probably wouldn’t want to trouble at this late hour."
Edward was silent for a mont, then nodded, "Alright, you go ahead."
Five minutes later, Daisy drove her silver BMW out of the parking lot.
Edward watched her car, started his own, and followed, maintaining a discreet distance of about a hundred ters.
He followed her all the way back to the Ginger Residence, watching as she drove through the gates.
He slowly parked his car at the entrance of the Ginger Residence, leaned back on his seat, and looked at the dark mansion, seeing a small, dim light turn on on the third floor.
Dimly, a slender figure appeared on the windowsill.
Daisy stood by the window, her hair down, thick and fluffy like seaweed on her back. She leaned against the window, seemingly lost in thought, her gaze falling downwards, eting his.
The next second, she imdiately pulled the curtains shut with an expressionless face.
Completely cutting off his view.
...
Edward leaned back in his chair, looking in the direction of the third floor, and finally sighed helplessly.
It was already almost half-past twelve; he had slept the whole day and didn’t feel sleepy at all.
Leaning back in his seat, he lit a cigarette, taking a drag in the cool evening breeze outside the window.
Smoke lingered as he lowered his eyes, glancing at the pink-wrapped gift box in the front passenger seat.
The exquisite gift box, though a day had passed, still showcased the care of its packager and was more than suitable as a birthday gift.
The young lady would surely like it.
With his index finger, Edward gently poked at the gift box’s packaging a few tis and muttered to himself, "Alright. Now no one wants you."
*
Daisy showered and asked the maid to warm a cup of milk for her.
Lying on her bed, she flipped through a financial magazine for a while, but finding nothing aningful, she tossed it aside.
Sipping her hot milk, sothing ca to mind, and she took out her phone, scrolling through her text ssages.
The ssages from Edward were buried under dozens of other texts; the first one read: "Daisy, your sister might have had an accident, I have to go back. Wait for on the beach, I’ll be back soon."
The second one read: "Please reply if you receive this."
The ti was last night, at 7:45 PM.
Daisy sipped her milk, calmly scanning the two ssages a few tis, then swiped down with her finger and deleted them both.
She then set down the milk, turned off the light, and turned onto her side, burrowing under the covers and closing her eyes.
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