Nollace’s expression did not change, looking as indifferent and stern as usual. “You seem very confident.”Zenovia smiled and approached him. “Of course, I‘m confident. Other than being the daughter of the Goldmanns, Daisie can’t provide you with anything else. Meanwhile, I’m different. I can do anything for you, and I’ll make sure you see my brilliance as time goes by.”The moment she was about to hug Nollace, he pushed her away from him.She fell to the ground, lifted her head in shock, stared into his gloomy and cold glare, and could not help but tremble.Nollace looked down at her condescendingly. “Do you think you can challenge my bottom line unscrupulously just because my grandfather has recognized you as his goddaughter?”Zenovia gnashed her teeth. “What’s the bottom line that you’re referring to? Daisie?”Nollace leaned over, pinched her chin, and scoffed sullenly. “If warnings don’t work on you, I’ll change how I deliver my message to you.”She trembled vigorously. “Wha
Nollace looked out the window, and his gaze stopped on Daisie’s villa for a while. He kept his trip to Haniston a secret from Daisie because he did not want her to worry. “This trip is the key to either success or failure.”Edison replied, “But there’s no need for you to risk this. Ms. Livingston has offended Ms. Vanderbilt, and the Goldmanns will do something about it.”Nollace gave off a smirk, and his eyes dimmed. “I may not be as competent as Nolan Goldmann, but I don’t plan to rely on the Goldmanns to resolve this matter. I’ll have to give it all I have.”Two days later, at the college…Daisie and Freyja were sitting in the cafe, and Freyja was a little surprised by her cousin’s business trip. “Everything was going just fine. Why would he suddenly need to go abroad?”Daisie shrugged. “Don’t all businessmen have to run around? My dad and mom live such lives too.”Freyja leaned closer to her and sounded very serious all of a sudden. “Can I ask you a question?”“What’s the mat
Freyja took a sip of chicken and mushroom soup, choked a little because of Daisie’s statement, and scoffed. “It’s fine. I don’t usually eat this much either.”“You’re too slim. You should eat more.”“I weigh 110 pounds, and you, as someone who weighs a little over 90 pounds, actually have the nerves to call me slim?”Daisie was rendered speechless.‘Freyja’s 5’7’’, and 110 pounds is already the most standard weight for her.‘And I’m 5’3’’, but because I pay more attention to the maintenance of my shape, I’ve never allowed myself to weigh more than 100 pounds.’Waylon lifted his gaze and took a glance at Daisie. “Yeah, it’s true that you’ve lost weight.”He moved the sliced loin steak from his plate onto hers. “You’ll only look healthier if you weigh slightly over 100 pounds.”Daisie put on an upset expression. “That’s considered fat, okay!?”‘How can I compare myself with Freyja? Freyja is tall, so weighing a little over 100 pounds is considered normal. But I’m so short, and I
Waylon nodded. “So, is forcing Nollace to marry you your way of respecting others? If that’s the case, you’re quite a righteous person.”A hint of anger surged from the bottom of Zenovia’s eyes. “This is a matter between Mr. Knowles and me.”“As long as he’s still in a relationship with my sister, I’ll never allow the affairs between you two to exist. I can’t tolerate the fact that I’m looking at a filthy woman, do you understand me?”From the beginning to the end, Waylon did not go overboard with his choice of words—he did not even get worked up—but what he said was extremely offensive and ironic.Zenovia’s clenched fists trembled, and her expression dimmed in an instant. “We’re in Yaramoor, not Zlokova. No matter how powerful the Goldmanns are, you’re in no position to act so unreasonably and rudely in a foreign country.”Waylon glanced at her and squinted slightly. “You’re from Haniston yourself, so from where did you muster the courage to make that statement?”She sneered. “I
Waylon asked the driver to stop driving all of a sudden. “We’ll take a taxi back. You’re to follow Ms. Pruitt and make sure she gets home safely.”The driver nodded.After the two got out of the car, Daisie turned around to glance at Waylon. “Waylon, you’re the best.”Waylon raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head. “That’s because I know that you care about your friends.”Daisie wrapped her arms around his, leaned her head against his shoulder, and giggled. “Then I must say that you know me the best.”That night, at the Knowles mansion…Diana stood in the room and tried to call Nollace, but she could not get through his phone.After Rick took a shower, he walked out of the bathroom, wiping his hair with a towel. “What’s wrong?”Diana turned around with a worried expression. “Dear, Edison said that Nollace has gone on a business trip. I just wanted to call him but couldn’t get to him.”Rick smiled and left the towel on the counter. “You’re being too nervous. Nollace is a
Dianal let go and took two steps back, her face pale. At that moment, the server, who had been locked up for seven days, was released. He walked out the door and into a car parked not too far away. Zenovia sat there with the back window halfway down.He was signaled to get into the car. The moment he sat down, he started frantically begging, “Ms. Livingston, I swear that I didn’t sell you out. Please, let me go.”Zenovia took an envelope filled with cash out of her bag and handed it to him. “I know you wouldn’t, so you’ve earned this.”The server took the envelope, and it was heavy and thick. There was quite an amount in it. Zenovia turned to look at him with a smile and said, “I need you to do something for me.”He looked shocked and immediately gave the money back to her. “Ms. Livingston, I can’t be locked up again—”“Don’t worry. You won’t be this time.” Zenovia cut him off and pushed the envelope back to him. “You just need to clarify something.”He was curious, so he c
The doctor replied, “I am sorry, ma’am. The cancer patient has the same name as you do, and the nurse mixed it up. Please come back down.”Daisie walked down from the window ledge and grabbed onto the doctor, holding back her emotions. “Was it really a mistake? But why do I feel like I’m dying?”The second part of that sentence surprised the professor. The professor, who was not on stage, checked the script and realized that Daisie had managed to steer the story back. In the original script, the character was a final-stage cancer patient. And based on the story, there wasn’t a mistake. The doctor would say that she had a chance of survival and would be able to live on, just to get the patient who was trying to end her life to stop so that the story could continue. The doctor didn’t follow the script and tried to mess up Daisie’s performance. Not only did Daisie improvise well, but she also managed to do it in a way that the story would be able to continue based on the script.
There would always be dirt behind great power, and even in the past, it never ended well for the subjects who had more power than the kingDaisie crushed the paper, looking angry.At the White Ivy Palace’s meeting room…The ministers discussed what the media outlets reported in a serious manner because it was a huge issue.They had differing views because some thought it was a deliberate attempt at breaking the trade relationship between the two countries, while others thought that Zlokova was trying to get involved with their country.King William picked up his cup and took a sip of hot tea. The chatter continued until he slammed the cup down. There was immediate silence.King William crossed his fingers, placed them on the table, and said with a stoic expression, “I understand your worries, but you’re reaching at straws by thinking that people are trying to get involved in our politics based on this news report.”“Your Majesty, even though this can’t prove anything, we shoul