Their gazes t, and Daisy Zane's eyelashes trembled slightly, amplifying the cold aura around her.
Kevin Clark smiled, saying, "We et again."
Daisy Zane looked at him without uttering a word.
Allonzo Hobson ca out a little later, arrived at the entrance to see both of them staring at each other.
The girl seed entirely different from the one he had seen by the elevator. She appeared more hostile now, more difficult to provoke.
Were they viewed as ill-intentioned strangers by her?
Allonzo Hobson did not connect her to the person who had jumped across the balcony.
"What a coincidence, we et again." Allonzo Hobson laughed lightly, his eyes curving into crescents, "We must be fated. Shall we get acquainted? I'm Allonzo Hobson."
Daisy Zane remained silent, her gaze shifting from Allonzo Hobson to Kevin Clark.
The implication was clear — he had introduced himself, it was now his turn to do the sa.
First ti on the receiving end of such treatnt, Kevin Clark seed unfazed. If anything, his smile broadened. With a sowhat bewitching charm, he stated, "Kevin Clark."
Allonzo Hobson glanced at the man who had just announced his na.
The gentle tone was one that he didn't deserve to possess.
Upon hearing this na, the icy aura around Daisy Zane seed to diminish a little. She slowly opened her mouth, "Daisy Zane."
"Does Miss Zane live alone?" Kevin Clark inquired.
Daisy Zane's gaze wandered off his face, she nodded, the look in her eyes was obscure and indistinct.
Kevin Clark assessed her slender and fair wrist and remarked, "This room just had an occupant escorted away by the police. It would be safer for Miss Zane to switch rooms."
Rembering the person who had jumped across from the balcony, Allonzo Hobson glanced at the thin and frail looking girl in front of him. She appeared to be defenseless. He hastily added, "Yes, yes, I'll get in touch with soone right away and arrange for Miss Zane to be transferred to another room for free."
His tone... it was as if the Doomsday Hotel was his property.
After a phone call from Allonzo Hobson, the hotel's efficiency and service also seed to be under his command.
They promptly switched her room from the 36th floor to the 39th floor.
A floor that can't be reached without the Doomsday Hotel's gold card.
The bellboy put the luggage in the room, Daisy Zane thanked both n outside the door before entering her room.
The two n outside walked a few steps forward and entered the room next door.
...
The next day, Daisy Zane was awakened by a phone call around seven o'clock. After the call, she freshened up, checked out of the hotel, and took a cab back to her place to drop off her luggage, before heading to the company.
Maple Elite Entertainnt was the largest entertainnt company in Truro City. The boss, John Anderson, was also Alia Miles' fiancé.
The person who called her early in the morning was John's assistant.
She had joined the company nearly two months ago. On the day she signed the contract, she happened to et a director in the company who offered her a small role in a film.
She didn't even have an agent yet.
The call today was to arrange a eting with an agent.
Once she entered the company, John's assistant led her to John's office door and left.
The office door was ajar, and Daisy Zane was about to knock when she heard voices from within. She let go of her hand and stood outside waiting.
She could hear the conversation inside the office.
"John, I'm not going to manage Daisy Zane." The woman's words were very straightforward, "Alia's mother and I have been friends since childhood. Daisy Zane is the Miles family's illegitimate daughter, how could I possibly manage her!"
"Sister Chester, that's all in the past, Daisy Zane is innocent." John's tone was respectful.
"Alright, let's not discuss personal matters. Let's talk about business." Olivia Chester was assertive, "She's an illegitimate daughter with no formal education, let alone any training in acting. Once she appears in the public eye and these facts are revealed, they will wreak havoc. I will absolutely not manage a ticking ti bomb."
"Sister Chester, this is a minor issue for you."
Olivia Chester had been in the entertainnt industry for many years, with all of her clients enjoying top-level fa. Her status in the industry was very high, everyone respectfully addressed her as "Sister Chester".
The person she wanted to promote would always beco famous.
When John Anderson established Maple Elite Entertainnt, he poached her from the Imperial Capital. Excluding John, Olivia Chester had the most shares in Maple Elite Entertainnt.
"Stop flattering ," Olivia Chester said, "I admit that Daisy Zane is very beautiful and stunning. But she's not suited for this path, let alone to be an actress. My judgnt has never been wrong, so...I don't understand why you signed her and insisted on managing her."
"Sister Olivia..."
"John Anderson, you are engaged to Johnson Sophie," Olivia Chester interrupted him, "I'm warning you, don't have any inappropriate thoughts."
"I don't." John frowned slightly.
"That's the best." Olivia Chester's voice beca more calm, "John, ti will prove that signing her was a mistake. I won't manage her, so don't waste your breath. I'm leaving."
When she walked out, she saw the person standing outside the door.
Today, Daisy Zane was wearing a set of light-colored casual wear, her waist slim, legs long, body tall, and her hair was casually tied into a high ponytail, giving her an overall brisk and smart look.
The gaze that fell on Olivia Chester was sowhat cold.
Olivia Chester looked her up and down, then left with a sneer.
Daisy Zane watched her back until she disappeared. She let out a sigh that sounded like life was tough, then knocked on the office door.
"Sit," said John Anderson, "Do you want sothing to drink?"
"No thanks," Daisy Zane stood in front of the office desk with her hands in her coat pockets, her voice frosty, "You don't have to assign to a powerful agent, anyone will do."
"You are the one signed by my father personally," John Anderson said, "I dare not neglect."
All his life, his father had given him instructions and lectures, but hardly ever engaged in superfluous conversation with him. As a child, he even attempted to steal his father's hair for DNA testing. And then...that afternoon when he was discovered, their clothesline got bent.
So when his father asked him to help sign soone, he was so excited that he stayed awake all night.
"Or maybe you pick one?" John Anderson placed a stack of files in front of her and said seriously.
Daisy Zane gave him a glance, casually took one from the top and handed it to him, saying, "I saved Mayor John by chance. He signed to Maple Elite as a payback. So there's no need for any special treatnt."
John Anderson didn't respond to her words. He felt that it was not that simple. His father, a person of integrity and impartiality who was fearless of power, was always extrely careful when ntioning Daisy Zane.
Just like, he was afraid that even a na might get bumped.
He looked at the resu in his hand and frowned, "You may want to choose another one. This person has been at ho for two years since giving birth and just ca back. She has been out of touch with the entertainnt business for two years, and all her artists have been assigned elsewhere. I recently thought about switching her to a different position."
"Just pick her," Daisy Zane said.
"Huh?" John Anderson looked at her, "Are you serious?"
Daisy Zane nodded.
...
The new agent was taking care of her child at ho as there was nothing going on in the company.
Daisy Zane didn't rush to et her, they left contact information for each other, and then left the company.
She stood by the road thinking of calling a car, and as she opened her phone, she received a ssage. She opened the ssage first.
Assistant: [The professor said your report format was too chaotic. Redraft one and send it to his email before twelve noon.]
Reading this ssage, Daisy Zane's eyebrows moved slightly. Her pink lips were pressed together, she felt a little upset.
At this mont, a Maybach stopped in front of her.
The car window was rolled down to reveal Harton Clark's extraordinarily handso face. His narrowly elongated eyes were filled with laughter, extrely good-looking, "Lady Zane, where are you going? Let give you a ride."
Daisy Zane looked at his face, and her slightly agitated mood eased a bit. She hesitated for a mont and asked, "Is it on your way to the Everlasting Palace?"
"On the way."
Xavier Dominic, sitting in the driver's seat, glanced at him and thought to himself, you're not going back to your place now, how is it on the way?
Daisy Zane opened the rear door and got in, greeted Xavier Dominic, and thanked both of them.
Harton Clark was in the passenger seat, with a laptop on his lap. He responded to Daisy Zane's words and closed the chat page he had open.
On the chat page that was just closed, there was a file he sent out, followed by a line: [Next ti, if the format is this ssed up, don't hand it to .]
Then, a person marked as an assistant replied: [Understood, professor. I'll have her revise it right away and send it to you before twelve.]
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