Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Edward Stephens, you’re doomed!

Lady Stephens was momentarily unsure how to explain and cautiously said, "Last night, around four o’clock, Edward was still outside. He called me asking if you had come to my place..."

Daisy Ginger didn’t react much, only responding faintly, "Mm-hmm."

Even from her tone, Lady Stephens could tell she was in low spirits, uninterested in her attempts to defend Edward Stephens.

On the other end of the line, Lady Stephens was at her wit’s end, pondering how to salvage her son’s marriage.

"Daisy, you might not know this, but Emily had an accident. Last night, Edward reported it to the police and went to the hospital to check. He might have been delayed, but he really did look for you for a long time last night... I heard you blocked his phone number?"

Lady Stephens’ words made Daisy pause slightly, then she chuckled and said, "His ex-girlfriend’s problems are indeed more important than me. In that case, what else is there to talk about between us? There’s no need to contact each other in the future."

Hearing this, Lady Stephens felt a thud in her heart—this was heading towards a separation!

Watching the two young ones’ feelings recently warming up, and now it had dropped back to freezing point.

"Daisy, Daisy," Lady Stephens asked her tremulously, "You’re not going to stop visiting Auntie in the future, are you? Auntie has bought you lots of delicious foods. Would you like to come and try them?" noveldrama

Daisy calmly said, "Another day."

After speaking, she added, "I’ve arrived at the company, Auntie, let’s talk later."

Without caring what Lady Stephens thought, she directly hung up the phone.

Oliver Rubio parked the car and watched as Daisy Ginger, carrying a bag, opened the car door and got out.

Her charming face was filled with a cold smile, more terrifying than a demon.

On her birthday, he stood her up to go see Emily Ginger?

Edward Stephens, you’re doomed!

*

Edward Stephens slept the entire day at the Royal Residence.

When he woke up, he was starving, and it was already four-thirty in the afternoon.

He went into the bathroom to take a shower and looked at himself in the mirror.

The corner of his lip was swollen and already black and blue. Since he hadn’t gone to the hospital for treatment, the wound was crusted with blood, looking horrible.

He had never been this miserable before.

Edward looked at the bruises all over himself and couldn’t help but sigh softly.

He ate some fruit, made a reservation for a candlelight dinner at a western restaurant, then drove to Daisy Ginger’s company, waiting for her to get off work.

The receptionist’s smile was as sweet as ever, and her expression didn’t change a bit when he appeared. But after he reported his name and she made a call to Daisy Ginger, she politely told him, "Our Director Ginger says she doesn’t know any Mr. Stephens."

Edward Stephens: "..."

He stood at the reception, licking the corner of his chapped lips, feeling a bit of trouble.

He came today intending to make amends.

But Daisy Ginger clearly didn’t want to give him the opportunity.

Since Daisy refused to see him, he naturally couldn’t force his way up to her office to confront her.

Edward went back to his car, leaned against the seat, and watched the entrance, planning to wait for her.

At five-thirty, employees of the Gingers started to leave the building gradually.

Edward propped up his face, watching outside the window. As the crowd thinned, only a few people stayed behind, but he still didn’t see Daisy coming down from the building.

He glanced at the time. It was already six-thirty, and the sky was getting dark.

He looked up at the top floor. The lights in the towering building had all dimmed, except for the lights in Daisy’s office, which were still on.