Anyone in the Ginger Residence could tell that Daisy Ginger wasn’t happy tonight.
When Daisy Ginger is unhappy, the entire Ginger Residence feels the pressure.
She maintained a cold face, and even Emily Ginger and Abigail Perry didn’t dare to provoke her easily.
Earlier today, Emily tried talking to Daisy but was rebuffed. She went back to complain to Abigail, thinking the two of them could team up to humble Daisy’s pride. But seeing how her icy demeanor could kill countless mosquitoes, they backed down, quietly had dinner like chickens, and then retreated to their rooms, defeated.
Ever since the family’s pillar, Gabriel Ginger, died in a car accident, no one in the Ginger Residence dared to cross Daisy.
Like any wealthy individual, Gabriel Ginger, as a well-known tycoon in Banyan City, had early on arranged for a lawyer to draft his will. Once he died, that will came into play.
The inheritance and management rights of the Ginger Group fell to Daisy, but Abigail Perry, as the largest shareholder of the Ginger Group, controlled sixty-five percent of the company’s shares. Although she held no decision-making power, as the largest shareholder, she could pocket billions annually from dividends. Even with Gabriel deceased, she could live a life of luxury in the Ginger Residence until her end.
Since learning of this arrangement, Daisy’s temper had worsened. Initially, Emily dared to flaunt in front of her. Over time, as Abigail’s support waned, Emily acted like a mouse in front of a cat, choosing only to run away.
Towards this excessively talented and beautiful sister, Emily was fearful.
If it weren’t for Abigail supporting her from behind, she really wouldn’t dare to compete for anything with her.
Daisy emerged from the study after handling all the affairs; it was already two in the morning.
She stepped into the bathroom and took a shower.
Maybe it was because Edward Stephens had frightened her during the day; even after working all night, she felt no sleepiness.
Lying in bed, she rarely took out a photo album and started looking through the pictures.
Though she and Edward Stephens grew up together, their photos together were few, a handful from their youth, with faces captured eight years ago.
The Edward in her memory was a gentle youth, who never raised his voice at her. Even when her bad temper upset him, he would just stop and helplessly gaze at her with those unusually deep eyes.
He called her "Jiujio," held her hand when they were young, bought her ice cream, and took notes for her when she skipped class to play games at internet cafés.
He doted on her so much that even a minor scratch would make him rush her to the nurse’s office, and with just a word from her, he would face any danger.
He had said he would die for her.
Later, he really did...
A slight pain in her palm was from inadvertently pulling the injured muscle there.
Daisy lightly furrowed her brow and looked down at the wound on her hand. She hadn’t had time to treat it when she returned; though shallow, it still oozed blood.
The Edward of today not only fell for another woman but also learned to hurt himself to hurt her.
Daisy let out a cold laugh and closed the album.
Just thinking of the pathetic state Edward is in now riled her up again!