Ryan Smith paused for a long ti.
"What should I do?" he asked slowly, his voice sounding sowhat dry.
"Help investigate Emma Magus," Edward Stephens said. "I want to know who she’s been in contact with these days."
"Emma..." Ryan Smith’s face looked a bit serious. "Do you an..."
Edward stared straight ahead, "I suspect she’s connected to Helen Hyde’s death."
A circle of people, wanting to contact each other is too easy. Even if the police didn’t find anything at Helen Hyde’s suicide scene, private connections wouldn’t be detected by them.
"Emma Magus is a very proud person. She wouldn’t apologize to Daisy and approached my brother."
Ryan Smith was taken aback: "She..."
"My brother helped her."
"..." Ryan Smith’s face also turned serious.
He probably understood better than anyone that Robert Stephens wasn’t a man known for his empathy. Emma Magus owed him a favor and might even need to repay it with her life.
"You see," Edward Stephens chuckled softly as he looked down, "sotis we understand everything and know who’s pulling the strings, but there’s nothing we can do about him. He didn’t do it, just like before, he always gets away scot-free."
Edward’s words made Ryan Smith’s lips twitch a few tis.
He wasn’t wrong; Robert Stephens didn’t even bother to hide himself. In fact, he could have hidden much deeper, but he didn’t care.
Because even if everything was unearthed, it would have nothing to do with him.
"Alright," Edward interrupted his thoughts, "go rest." After a pause, he glanced at Ryan, "If you have ti tomorrow, go get a brain CT."
"Ah?" Ryan was stunned, "What?"
"Nothing," Edward responded nonchalantly, "just worried you might have a concussion."
"???" Ryan looked completely baffled.
*
Edward Stephens returned to Daisy Ginger’s apartnt, and Daisy had already taken a bath.
She was wrapped in a towel, applying a mask at the vanity, when the man, slling of alcohol, hugged her from behind and kissed her on the neck.
"You sll awful, go take a bath," the newly bathed little woman grumbled.
"I didn’t drink much, it’s Ryan’s fault."
"Don’t touch , you’ll transfer the stink onto !"
Daisy didn’t budge a bit, pressing her hands firmly against his solid chest in justified refusal.
She really didn’t want to have to wash again.
"Daisy," Edward lowered his eyes a bit dejectedly, "I was taken advantage of. And you still dislike ."
"Huh?" Daisy perked up her ears, "What did you say?"
"Ryan forced a kiss on ."
"Who?" Daisy almost thought she heard wrong.
"Ryan."
"...You two," Daisy carefully chose her words, "are into each other?"
Edward picked her up from the vanity and pressed her onto the bed.
"You co and disinfect."
Daisy nearly suffocated under him.
She protested, "Get up!"
The man grabbed her hand, pressing her fingers against his cheek, "Your man got forced into a kiss by soone else and this is all the reaction you have?"
Lying on the bed, Daisy looked up at him and shrugged magnanimously, "I don’t mind."
"No way, you definitely need to disinfect."
Who ever forces soone to disinfect?
Daisy wanted to laugh, cradling his face, "Alright, where did he kiss you?"
Edward lifted his chin, "The cheek."
Daisy kissed his right cheek: "Here?"
"...No."
Daisy then kissed his left cheek: "Done."
"He kissed three tis."
Daisy was caught off guard by such specifics, suspiciously eyeing him, "Are you sure nothing else happened? Why didn’t you refuse?"
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