Lady Stephens put the osmanthus cake back into the box, glanced at her son’s indifferent expression, and asked, "Edward, are you missing Daisy?"
Edward Stephens replied calmly, "If your eyes are blind, you can dig them out."
How could this brat talk to his mom like that!
Lady Stephens pursed her lips and sat by the bed, "I miss Daisy, okay? It’s been more than half a month, and I don’t know how she’s doing at the company, she’s so busy she hasn’t made a sound..."
Lady Stephens muttered on, while Edward Stephens remained silent the whole time. It was only after Lady Stephens left that he finally looked up and gazed out the window.
The golden sunflowers bloomed vibrantly in the sunlight. Edward Stephens watched for a while before slowly withdrawing his gaze.
Until Edward Stephens was discharged from the hospital, Daisy Ginger still had not shown up.
What exactly happened within the Ginger Group was naturally unknown to outsiders. Meanwhile, Abigail Perry continued shopping and attending banquets daily, exuding the aura of an aristocratic lady amid the clinking of glasses; rumors of Emily Ginger dating the Linton family’s eldest son also spread, making all the socialites in Banyan City envious—
Her fiancé was stolen by her own sister, and many secretly waiting to see her make a joke of herself were surprised when she quickly got involved with the heir of the Linton Clan. One must admit, Emily Ginger really has good fortune.
That day, Edward Stephens was driving home when he suddenly received a call from an unknown number.
He was about to press reject but accidentally pressed accept, and a cautious male voice came through: "Is this Mr. Stephens?"
A face quickly matched this voice in Edward Stephens’ mind, and he responded indifferently, "Yes, what is it?"
"I am the secretary of Director Ginger, and it’s ," the secretary seemed a bit afraid of him, nervously replying, "We lost contact with Director Ginger last night. I called the Ginger family’s old residence and was told she didn’t return. There’s an important document here waiting for her to sign, could you possibly help us get in touch with her..."
Edward Stephens said blandly, "I don’t know where she is."
"This..." The secretary seemed not to have expected this answer, paused, then quickly apologized, "Sorry, sorry, then I’m troubling you, Mr. Stephens, I’ll try to contact someone else."
Maybe he was really in a hurry, as soon as the secretary finished speaking, he hurriedly hung up.
Edward Stephens glanced at his dimmed screen and then turned the car around, driving in another direction.
A black Bentley parked discreetly in front of Daisy Ginger’s downtown villa.
Edward Stephens, with a cigarette in his mouth, leisurely stepped out of the car.
He wasn’t sure if Daisy Ginger was here, and even if she were, the door was locked and he had no key, he probably couldn’t get in.
Thinking of this, he raised his hand intending to knock, but as soon as he touched the door, it opened a crack.
Slightly taken aback, he went ahead and opened the door to walk in.
The large villa was exquisitely and luxuriously decorated. The furniture was all new, indicating that it was styled to be cozy, but perhaps because no one lived there, it didn’t feel like a home, more like a model house.
The wind blew in from an unknown direction, and the temperature inside the villa was actually a few degrees colder than outside. Standing at the doorway, Edward Stephens glanced into the hall.
A pair of black women’s high heels lay on the tidy floor. Walking in, he picked up an A4 paper printed with a document from the ground, looked up, and saw Daisy Ginger lying on the sofa still dressed in her black and white office attire.