Chapter 83: Chapter 81: Mrs. Davis
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Ever since Clarissa Mason had released two videos from Maple Elite
Entertainnt to clear her na, she had been worried about being exposed.
After all, she had arranged for a hacker to steal the surveillance footage, and she was the only one who had the video from the changing room.
She didn’t know how Daisy Zane had found the video.
She hadn’t been able to sleep or eat well for several days. She kept checking online for the news, fearing that there would suddenly be a report targeting her.
Moreover, she could not get in touch with Joseph Johnsonspace anymore.
Her nerves were constantly on edge, and her heart would race every ti her phone rang with a ssage, feeling on the verge of an emotional breakdown.
However, as the days went by and nothing happened to her, and the hacker did not do anything else, her emotions gradually stabilized.
Shrouded with a sense of luck, she gradually began to consider her sches again.
But even with the news handled so quickly, there was one thing that she wished for.
Liam Davis’s mother went directly to Daisy Zane’s drama crew.
That afternoon, Daisy Zane, Anisa Cooper, and Robinson Scott were headed to the nanny car just after finishing their work.
Before they could reach the car, a man got out of a nearby Rolls-Royce and walked towards them.
At first, the three of them didn’t pay much attention since he was still far away, but as he approached, they realized he was heading towards them, and they stopped.
The man glanced at the three of them, and then said formally, “Is it Lady
Zane?”
Daisy Zane replied with a nod.
The man showed a smile, “Lady Zane, our Madam has requested to have a few words with you.”
“Which Madam are you talking about?” Robinson Scott glared at him, his tone not very pleasant.
“The Johnson Family in Truro City.” The man’s tone naturally carried a few hints of arrogance.
“I don’t know her, and I don’t recognize her,” Robinson Scott replied, “Don’t delay our trip ho.”
Just then, Daisy Zane rembered the ssages Liam Davis had sent her. Since then, he would send her greetings every now and then.
Although she hadn’t responded and even blocked him, he would change his mobile number and continue to send ssages.
“Lead the way.”
Robinson Scott and Anisa Cooper looked at her.
The man said, “This way, please.”
“You two go back to the car first,” Daisy Zane instructed.
“Daisy, let follow you,” Anisa Cooper said worriedly.
Robinson Scott hooked his arm around her neck and said, “Let’s go, no need to worry about her, she can handle it. We’ll go back to the car.”
“But that man doesn’t look like a good person,” Anisa Cooper whispered.
Robinson Scott had already ushered her away, “Don’t worry, he’s no match for your Daisy.”
There were small shops on the edge of the Film Studio, and Daisy Zane followed Mrs. Davis into a coffee shop.
As soon as Mrs. Davis entered, she frowned in disdain at the garish décor of the café.
After Daisy Zane found a seat, Mrs. Davis took out tissue paper and sanitizer and wiped the table and chair before reluctantly sitting down.
The waiter noticed her lavish appearance and the expensive-looking mink she was wearing, so they silently stood by without disturbing her, only asking what she would like to drink once she sat down.
“I won’t be drinking anything.” Mrs. Davis replied haughtily.
The waiter was taken aback by her tone and then looked at Daisy Zane.
“Three hot Aricanos, three lattes, to go.”
Mrs. Davis glanced at her briefly before turning away, as if unwilling to look at her any longer.
“Alright, please wait a mont.”
“Mrs. Davis, please go ahead and speak your mind,” Daisy Zane said.
“You’re quite straightforward.”
Daisy Zane chuckled lightly, waiting for her to continue.
“Well then, Lady Zane, I’ll be frank.” Mrs. Davis said, “My son, Liam Davis, has recently beco quite smitten with you. It’s the first ti I’ve heard him seriously ntion a woman’s na. To be honest, I’m quite happy.” Daisy Zane looked at her and listened intently.
“However, our prestigious family has to be very cautious in choosing a daughter-in-law. We can’t just casually marry soone into the family who only knows how to enjoy a husband’s company, without being capable of managing the household or providing support to the husband.”
“Since Lady Zane has asked to be frank, I won’t mince words. To be honest, I don’t think much of you.”
“To be my daughter-in-law at the very least, she must be a graduate of a prestigious university, have high education, high background, and be well-matched for our Davis family. She must be well-cultured, have a clean reputation, and work professionally. She should be able to hold her own.”
Listening to her speak so much, Daisy Zane’s expression did not change in the slightest. Indifferent, cold, her voice as usual: “Mrs. Davis, you can get straight to the point. I don’t have much ti to listen to you talk so much nonsense.”
Mrs. Davis paused, then laughed mockingly: “Just as I expected, you have no manners.”
“Since you’ve degraded so much, I can’t pretend to have any manners left.” Daisy Zane’s voice had a hint of coldness, “And with your attitude, Mrs. Davis, I find it hard to see any manners in you either.”
Mrs. Davis squinted her eyes, not wanting to waste her breath arguing with Daisy, she directly took out a card and threw it on the table: “There are 5 million in the card, stay away from my son from now on.”
Daisy Zane: She never thought that this clichéd scene would happen to her one day.
“Be wise and take the money while I’m still willing to resolve this peacefully. Don’t bother Liam anymore.” Mrs. Davis finished speaking, paused for a mont, and threatened, “If you don’t know what’s good for you, not only will you get no money, but you’ll also have a hard ti mixing in anywhere in the future.’
Daisy Zane looked at the card, chuckled lightly, and said: “Now that Mrs. Davis has finished speaking, let also tell you the purpose of my visit here.” “You have a purpose?” Mrs. Davis frowned.
“Mrs. Davis, you’re too confident. Just because you think highly of your Davis family’s background and your son doesn’t an everyone else sees it the sa way.”
“You have so many requirents for choosing a daughter-in-law, but have you ever thought that when all those requirents are t, the girl’s family might not be interested in your family. People… should know themselves.”
“Lastly… please take care of your son, Mrs. Davis. His behavior of clinging and pestering is truly rude. I’ve made myself clear, it’s him who’s lost his mind, what does it have to do with ? His behavior is very troubling to .”
“So… Mrs. Davis, please have your son stay away from .”
Daisy Zane spoke at a leisurely pace and kept a calm tone, just like discussing what to eat for dinner. However, her words were icy cold.
It was a coldness that made one feel as if she was standing right in front of them but still out of reach, untouchable. Coldness that made her calm words feel extrely oppressive.
After she finished, she ignored the ashen-faced Mrs. Davis sitting opposite her. She got up, went to the order desk to get her coffee, paid, and left.
Before leaving, the waiter who served her just now gave her a thumbs up.
Back in the nanny car, after giving the lattes to Anisa Cooper, Robinson Scott, and the driver, Daisy Zane didn’t get in. Instead, she walked a little further and
got into a Maybach.
Arthur North was working on his computer in the car. Hearing the door open, he looked up, smiled at Daisy Zane, and took the drink from her hand: “Did you also go to buy drinks?”
“Yeah. On the way.”
After sitting down in the car, Daisy handed a cup of coffee to the person in the front, then realized the driver was not Michael Jackson. It was soone she had never seen before.
He had light brown skin, a pair of fox-like eyes, and a pretty good appearance. As Daisy Zane looked at him, he also looked at her, seemingly curious. When he smiled, he seed innocent and harmless: “Lady Zane, hello, my na is Juan
Wright.’
“One of the gossips?”
“Yes.” Juan smiled.
Daisy nodded and handed the coffee to him.
“Thank you, Lady Zane.”
“Where’s Michael?”
Arthur looked at Daisy and said, “Lucia, you looking for him like this, to be honest, I’m a bit…
“Don’t be honest. I don’t want to hear it.’
Arthur, whose words were cut off, didn’t have any temper and was still smiling.
Juan looked at his master smiling, and after being shocked, he took a closer look. He sipped his coffee and said, “I’m basking in Michael’s glory today.”
Juan was probably older than all of them, more stable than Michael, and more familiar with Arthur.
Daisy looked at him and said, “Yeah. Next ti I’ll buy you one specially.”
Juan looked at Daisy through the rearview mirror, and to be honest, when Thomas Firway and the others said she was beautiful, he didn’t really pay attention. But seeing her in person, he was indeed amazed.
Her beauty was so stunning, the more he looked at her, the more he liked it. More importantly, she didn’t seem simple, which was exactly how Thomas had described her. Juan could almost instantly tell that she would beco the future mistress of the house.
It was because the aura emanating from her, although different from his master’s, still belonged to the sa class.
This woman was not simple, and that was Juan’s first… second impression of her.
His first impression was that she was so beautiful that she was a perfect match for his master.
“Thank you, Lady Zane.”
Daisy sat down, opened the coffee, and handed it to Arthur. Arthur took it and said: “Thank you, Lucia.”
“Where’s Thomas? I haven’t seen him for a long ti.” To be precise, after the last trip to Red Cliff Village together, she hadn’t seen him since.
“Exiled.” As Arthur spoke, he rolled up Daisy’s down jacket sleeve for her.
Daisy raised an eyebrow: “That’s kind of harsh..”
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