"..."
"Confiscated." Edward Stephens turned off the smartphone right in front of Daisy Ginger and inevitably slipped it into his own coat pocket.
"Hey, you..." Daisy Ginger watched his actions, panicked, and couldn’t help but reach out to grab it, only to have her wrist caught and pulled by the man.
Now, Daisy Ginger found herself in a predicant—neither able to break away nor stay put—feeling sowhat annoyed, she looked up at Edward Stephens. He was gazing straight ahead, leading her forward, speaking in a casual tone, "Like what you see?"
"Hideous."
Edward Stephens smirked slightly, glanced at her, "Then why do you like it so much?"
"..." Narcissist.
With her phone confiscated, Daisy Ginger had no choice but to put aside replying to ssages and resignedly let the man hold her hand and lead her to the car.
Edward Stephens placed a bunch of miscellaneous items he was carrying on the backseat, then got into the driver’s seat and set up the navigation.
"Let’s have so lunch first, then go ho and take a nap. Tomorrow we have to et Nicholas Woods. Free up the next couple of days; let Oliver Rubio handle the company."
He nonchalantly planned out her next two days.
Daisy Ginger crossed her arms and raised her chin, "Since you’re so capable, why don’t you manage the company for ?"
Does he know how many deals she’d lose out on by not going to the company for a day, how much money she’d stand to lose?
Edward Stephens turned the car around, his tone icy, "This amount of money isn’t even worth my attention."
How arrogant.
Daisy Ginger stomped hard on his foot, and Edward Stephens let out a light "hiss," gripping the steering wheel, "Don’t fool around."
After having a hearty al at a nearby Cantonese restaurant, Daisy Ginger fussed about going back to Ginger Residence to get so things.
Edward Stephens was unsure what she needed but said nothing, taking a turn towards Ginger Residence.
When Daisy Ginger entered, the household staff seed surprised to see her and were a beat slow in their movents to greet her.
The house exuded a strange sll, and although it was her ho for many years, it inexplicably felt like an unfamiliar place.
"Miss, you’re back." The butler, receiving the news, hurried over, bowing and scraping to serve her. "Have you had lunch? What would you like to eat? I’ll ask the chef to prepare it."
Edward Stephens could tell that everyone in the Ginger house was a bit afraid of Daisy Ginger, attending to her with cautious diligence.
"I’m just grabbing sothing and will leave." Daisy Ginger’s tone was extrely aloof as she pushed aside the servant blocking her path and headed upstairs.
Once she left, the servants in the living room visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
Though Daisy Ginger was assertive, she never did anything to anyone; it was unclear why these people were so afraid of her.
Edward Stephens glanced a few tis at this group of Ginger household staff, masked his expression, and followed in Daisy Ginger’s steps, accompanying her upstairs.
Daisy Ginger went straight to her bedroom, opened the door, and started rummaging around inside.
Edward Stephens leaned against the doorway, watching her search through drawers and pull out a lot of things that, to him, looked like junk.
An old photo album with a yellowing cover—the one she hadn’t let him see before; a faded brown plush teddy bear that looked well-loved but had been kept very clean; and a wine-red lighter, appearing new and barely used.
She tucked the lighter into her pocket, then hugged the teddy bear and photo album, turned around with satisfaction, and said to Edward Stephens at the door, "Let’s go. I won’t be coming back again."
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