Edward Stephens’ voice, for so reason, caused her mind to go blank for a mont.
She didn’t know how many seconds passed before she spoke, and the man didn’t continue talking either, until Daisy Ginger gradually ca to her senses.
Suppressing all her feelings deep inside, she chuckled and asked, "Regarding the issue with my company’s artist, I wonder if Mr. Stephens has any ti now. We are very sincere about resolving the issue."
Edward didn’t imdiately respond. After a few seconds of busy tone on the phone, he calmly said, "I have a party this evening, but there are still two hours. If you can make it here within two hours, then co over."
*
By the ti Daisy Ginger arrived at the villa where Edward Stephens was currently staying, she was out of breath, and an hour had already passed.
At four-thirty in the afternoon, the setting sun was like blood. Daisy parked her car at the entrance and reported Edward Stephens’ na to the property managent of the villa area.
While the property managent called Edward to confirm, she couldn’t help but touch her wildly beating heart.
—She hadn’t made a will yet, is that not a good thing?
According to the agreent with Jas Shelton back then, all her assets would be left to Erin unconditionally, right?
Boo-hoo, will she get assassinated by Edward Stephens inside the villa?
"Miss Ginger, Mr. Stephens has agreed to let you in."
Here, the security guard had finished the call, and after completing the facial recognition, let her in.
Daisy took a deep breath and walked in with a feeling of "the wind is bleak on the banks of Yi River."
The villa where Edward Stephens lived was large, and Daisy found it only after walking for a few minutes.
The butler stood at the door, greeted her kindly, and then invited her inside.
Daisy thanked him, feeling anxious, and followed the young female butler into the hall.
"Miss Ginger, please wait here for a mont. Mr. Stephens is upstairs, and I’ll invite him over now."
"Thank you." Daisy replied, a bit nervous, and after taking a servant-offered glass of water, she took a big gulp.
"Cough cough cough..."
Drinking too fast, she choked instantly, coughing desperately on the sofa. Once she finally ca to, she saw Edward Stephens descending the stairs.
With the central air conditioning on inside, he wore less than he did at noon, having taken off the black woolen coat, dressed only in a smoke-gray pullover knit sweater and black loungewear pants.
His deanor was even more aloof than before, but dressed warmly. With his good physique, even ordinary clothes looked striking on him.
Perhaps it was because they hadn’t t for a long ti, Daisy stared at him, montarily dazed, until he slowly moved closer, catching a faint scent of tobacco on him, before she quickly averted her eyes and took a sip of tea to cover up.
Edward sat across from her, his expression calm. Upon eting again, he showed no reaction, as if he had co to terms with the past.
The love and hate from four years ago were already invisible on him, as he had cald down, grown steadier, more mature, and even colder.
Only she remained nervous.
Daisy ntally scolded herself—perhaps he had long forgotten her, so what was there to be nervous about?
Moreover, in those past events, he was not completely innocent. Cancelling out each other’s faults, neither owed the other.
Daisy took a deep breath, put on a smile, looked up at the man in front of her and said with a smile, "Mr. Stephens, Helen Hyde is just a twenty-four-year-old girl. Please, be generous and let her off the hook. I’ll bring her over another day to apologize to you and give Royal Entertainnt a face, alright?"
The man, his back comfortably leaning against the sofa back, upon hearing, slowly lifted his long eyelashes to glance at her.
He spoke indifferently, "Is the face of Royal Entertainnt worth anything?"
Daisy’s smile froze.
Edward glanced at her coolly, "Why should I give you face?"
Daisy: "..."
Wrong.
He really is holding a grudge!
Daisy slightly widened her eyes, caught off guard by Edward’s words, rendering her montarily speechless.
The man looked away, poured himself a glass of water with his long fingers, and absentmindedly took a sip.
The air was filled with an awkward silence.
"But..." Daisy barely found her voice, whispering, "If you’re targeting , you shouldn’t involve others."
Helen Hyde is not the best person, but having her career ended over sothing like this is too pitiful, isn’t it?
"Ha." The man chuckled lightly upon hearing, the laugh carrying a hint of mocking derision. He looked at her, "Did you not say you ca to solve the problem?"
"Then..."
"Then why are you being so self-important?"
Daisy: "..."
He placed the cup down, narrowed his eyes at her calmly and indifferently, leaning back on the sofa, his voice devoid of warmth, "The video the police gave you, you must have seen it too. Soone harassed , and I’m using the law to protect myself. Since she did such a thing and the evidence is conclusive, when did I involve ’others’?"
Daisy took a deep breath, "Yes, she... did touch you a few tis, but you have a reason to retaliate against her, although she’s a girl, she shouldn’t receive such harsh punishnt for a misstep. It’s not a mistake that should ruin her entire life, is it?"
Edward slowly opened his mouth, "I have to correct your statent—I did not retaliate against her. Hmm? I rely exercised my legitimate rights for a justified reason. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can raise an opinion with the People’s Court and and the law."
"..."
Daisy almost coughed up blood in anger.
This guy has beco even more shaless over the past four years.
She pressed her lips tightly, her expression tense, unable to think of a way to make him relent.
If he really were targeting her, it would be simpler—she could just let him vent his anger. But the problem is, he seems to be targeting Helen Hyde now.
"Miss Ginger," the man said coolly, leaning back on the sofa, his legs crossed, calling her na, "I thought you should understand as well, what your artist did is extrely disgusting and repulsive to . Being erratically touched by a strange woman, am I not pitiful as a victim?"
This big boss posture, where does it seem pitiful?
Daisy stifled her anger, stubbornly saying, "I don’t understand."
The man stared at her, hearing this, his eyes blinked lightly, and suddenly he laughed.
He was already handso, seldom smiling usually. Now that his expression suddenly softened, it was as if spring had arrived.
Having seen countless beauties in the entertainnt industry, Daisy was montarily taken by his charm, her mind going blank for a few seconds.
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