Daisy Ginger understood everything.
She said blankly, "Is this what you did for me?"
Abigail Perry plotted against her, so he made her separated from her loved ones?
Emily Ginger competed with her for Edward Stephens, so he drove her insane and suicidal?
Such cruelty, yet he was complacent.
Under the guise of "for her own good," he used a borrowed knife to kill, and even now, showed no remorse.
And what about Edward Stephens?
"What do you intend to do to Edward Stephens?" Daisy forced herself up, looked at Ian Linton, hoarsely asking, "What do you want to do to him?"
She knew he wouldn’t let him go.
This man, even if a madman, was one so well-disguised as a normal person; he’s not only adept at pretense but also smart, and he wouldn’t have kidnapped her without full confidence.
He harmed everyone around her, even spared not herself, this madman actually dared to say he loved her. Follow current novᴇls on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾※𝙣𝙚𝙩
Daisy genuinely wished for lightning to strike down this lunatic right now, to spare her the disgust he brings whenever in her presence!
Upon hearing this, Ian Linton’s cold gaze turned increasingly frosty, rising from the sofa, he looked at her icily, saying, "Director Ginger, you’re still delusional even now."
"Fifteen minutes are almost up; I think you need some more treatment." He walked over pulling her from the corner, squeezed her face, forcibly pouring the cup of water into her mouth, then released her, watching her slump on the bed, feebly trembling and coughing.
Ian’s gaze fell upon the disheveled Daisy; now, she looked pathetic, far from her previously radiant and dazzling self.
His eyes gradually became overcast, his expression darkened.
Daisy looked up, meeting Ian’s gaze, and she shuddered.
Ian’s eyes looking at her, carried a trace of malevolence. Those dark eyes seemed to harbor intense hatred, as if she were some enemy of his.
This isn’t love; it’s outright hatred, wishing to kill her...
Daisy gazed at him unwaveringly, then gave him a taunting sneer of provocation.
Ian slowly withdrew his gaze, the malice in his eyes dissipated, returning to normal, lightly caressing her cold, dry cheek, then turned and left expressionlessly.
The door gradually closed, and the room returned to darkness.
Daisy lay on the bed, closed her eyes, silently awaiting the start of this endless torment.
She didn’t know when she might be rescued, or if she’d still be sane when leaving here, or end up like Emily Ginger, driven mad by him...
Eight hours later, when Edward Stephens sailed the yacht to the island, dawn had already broken.
He docked at the shore, standing up from the yacht, looking at the magnificent new mansion before him.
The island was only as big as three ordinary basketball courts, yet this mansion occupied two-thirds of the space, like a delicate birdcage.
Edward narrowed his eyes, thinking of four words—"golden house to hide a beauty."
The few European and American men who came with him had been left behind, needing about ten more minutes to catch up; meanwhile, the police had radioed him, advising caution.