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
Diana asked, “What if something really has happened?”King William insisted, “Nothing would have happened.”After a moment of silence, Diana slowly stood up. “Father, what would you do if someone did something to Nollace?”William paused, then affirmed, “I won’t let them get away with it.”The corner of Diana’s lips curled. “I hope you will put the words into action.”She left the room, walked into the main hall, and bumped into Zenovia, who was smiling and looking to be in a good mood. “Mrs. Knowles, are you here to see His Majesty?”Diana looked at her with no expression. “I’ve underestimated you.”“Mrs. Knowles, everyone has something up their sleeves. I’m a victim here. The person who has been playing around is that Goldmann girl.”Zenovia stood in front of Diana and added, “Mrs. Knowles, I’m just looking out for you. If the Goldmanns disrespect the royals, they will disrespect the Knowles too. Even if you’re nice to Daisie, even if she marries Nollace, it may just be part
Freyja was curious. “But she’s your sister. Are you going to let the reporters do this to her?”Waylon let go of her with calm eyes and a smile. “Ms. Pruitt, don’t you think that what you said is a little ironic?”Freyja was startled. Waylon looked toward the crowd and said, “You think that my and Colton’s overprotection is too much for her, but now you want me to help her. She won’t be able to learn how to solve problems this way.”Freyja was surprised because she didn’t expect Waylon to remember what she had previously said, but more importantly, that he had listened. She parted her lips. “I meant only on certain aspects, like her own marriage and friends.”They shouldn’t interfere with those. Waylon tilted his head and looked at her. “Isn’t it the same?”Freyja was rendered speechless. At that moment, Daisie’s voice came from among the crowd. “If you think I’m guilty, I will work with the police to investigate and not let the rumors decide my innocence. As for the theft