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Kevin Clark has been away for more than half a month, and heâs been very busy, sometimes he only calls Daisy Zane once every other day.
Even though heâs not around, Daisy Zaneâs restrictions have not been relaxed at all.
Every morning, Anisa Cooper watches her take her medicine naggingly, not to mention the weather in late June, she has to drink hot water every day, steaming hot water.
The most annoying thing is that everyone in the drama crew gets to eat ice cream, and she doesnât.
In the scorching afternoon sun, everyone in the drama crew has an ice cream in hand, and she just watches from the side.
Anisa Cooper even eats one while watching her.
The main point is, sheâs footing the bill for all this.
All she wanted was to treat the drama crew and sneak an ice cream for herself. She had no idea what benefits Kevin Clark had given Anisa Cooper to make her assistant treat her this way.
She even took away the ice that she had frozen in her hotel fridge.
So, Daisy Zane, who was in a bad mood all afternoon, sent Anisa Cooper back to her place early after returning to the hotel in the evening.
Then she ordered three ice creams from takeout.
She ate them while playing a game.
She was planning to destroy the evidence after eating, but then Gael Easton suddenly called her and interrupted her.
âWas it you who leaked my information from M continent?â
âWhat happened?â Daisy Zane poured a glass of wine and slowly walked to the window.
âWhat happened?!â Gael Easton exploded, âThe international police have been after me for more than ten days, I have lost so much money because I havenât been able to do anything for these ten days!â
âArenât you okay?â Daisy Zane laughed.
âSo I think itâs you whoâs messing with me.â Gael Easton cursed, âWho else besides you is so inhumane. Who else besides you could have leaked my whereabouts, leaking them for a few days, then going dark for a few days. Youâve been playing both me and the international police!â
Daisy Zane chuckled softly, âWhy are you afraid of them? Itâs a private matter between you two. Oh, youâre afraid theyâll abuse their power.â
âIâm not afraid of him! I just find it troublesome. Youâd better fix it now.â Gael Easton said, âAnd you, get back here now! Donât wait for me to bring people to catch you. I donât have time.â
âThen why do you think you donât have time.â
âYouâ¦â
âI have my plans.â Daisy Zane interrupted him.
âWhat plans do you have? Making it known to the whole world that youâre a celebrity in domestic?â Gael Easton said, âIs there something wrong with your brain? Are you afraid that the guy named Kirsten something wonât be able to find you? Arenât you escaping? Had enough of the life outside?â
Daisy Zane took a sip of her wine and didnât say anything.
âCome back quickly.â Gael Easton said, âEven if you want to take revenge, you need to make sure youâre safe.â
âYouâre being a little bit too wordy today.â
âF*ck you.â Gael Easton cursed, âIf it wasnât for your pretty face, I would have killed you a few years ago. It would have saved me a lot of trouble.â
âIâm going to sleep.â Daisy Zane said indifferently, âYou better watch out for the international police.â
âYouâ¦â
Daisy Zane simply ended the call, and didnât listen to whatever he was saying afterwards.
She stood by the window for a while, finished the last bit of her wine, and Daisy Zane was about to go to sleep.
But just as she put her wine glass down on the round table beside her, her cell phone rang again.
She thought it was Gael Easton calling again, but when she glanced at the caller ID, it showed Holt Lawrence. She answered, âWhatâs up?â
âThe funds have run out at the Healing Manor again, but our patient is still in a bad way. Thereâs no sign of recovery,â Holt Lawrence said, âThe people at the Healing Manor believe, his chance of recovery is practically zero. They want to know if we should continue with the treatment.â
Recalling the man at the Healing Manor, the one she nearly killed, a layer of frost seemed to form in Daisy Zaneâs eyes: âWhat do you think?â
âMe, my opinion?â Holt Lawrence gave it some thought: âI think we should do as you say.â
Daisy Zane fell silent for a moment, then said: âStop treating him. Do whatever you like with him.â
After these words were spoken, Holt Lawrence likewise fell silent for a moment: âNanaâ¦â
Daisy Zaneâs fingers stayed on the glass surface, writing something stroke by stroke, but ignoring Holt Lawrence.
âNana⦠Perhaps Daisy Zaneâs death, had nothing to do with Edward Kirsten.â Hearing the three words âEdward Kirstenâ, Daisy Zaneâs writing finger paused for a moment.
âAlthough â319â and Edward Kirsten are linked, and Daisy Zane died because of â319ââ¦â Holt Lawrence continued, âBut we canât be sure that Edward Kirsten was responsible for Daisy Zaneâs death. Itâs possible that someone else got hold of
â319â through some channel and used it on⦠Daisy Zane.â
Daisy Zaneâs finger finally completed the last stroke of the character on the glass surface. Then she slowly clenched her fist: âOthers. They were living in Cold Green Village, isolated from the rest of the world, barely interacting with people, with no enemies. Why would someone travel all the way to kill them?â
Holt Lawrence was suddenly at a loss for words.
âIf it werenât for me, who would go to a place like Cold Green Village to kill an old woman who could barely move and a girl in her twenties.â Daisy Zaneâs voice remained steady, her expression unchanged, but a single tear fell from her left eye, landing directly on the ground, âEdward Kirsten, that madman, thereâs nothing he wouldnât do. He just wanted to tell me. No matter where I am, what Iâm doing. As long as he wishes, I can never beat him.â
Daisy Zane reached up to touch the pendant hanging from her neck.
That day, if sheâd just gone home an hour earlier, just an hour. If the car had been driven a little faster, she could have saved them. They wouldnât have been touched by those beasts.
âBut⦠in the photos you sent from the crime scene, both rooms were ransacked.â Holt Lawrence said, âThey were looking for something.â
âIf they truly were looking for something important, they wouldnât have killed.â Daisy Zane answered quietly.
âYou also once suspected Victoria Zaneâs identity.â Holt Lawrence said.
Daisy Zane didnât respond. At that time, she had indeed been suspicious when they couldnât find the murderer, so she had gone to Johanes Miles for answers, but came up empty-handed.
âNana, youâre carrying too much on your own.â Holt Lawrence said, âNot every incident involving Edward Kirsten needs to be your responsibility.â
Daisy Zane wiped the tear off her eyelashes, paused for a moment and said: âNo it doesnât. If anything happened to you, and it was related to Edward Kirsten, I wouldnât interfere.
Holt Lawrence: ââ¦â¦I knew it, you wouldnât show me your human side.â
âI believe itâs a waste.â
âI wonât bother you anymore, Iâm going to sleep.â
âSo early, are you trying to nurse your health?â Daisy Zane teased.
âNone of your business.â With that, Holt Lawrence hung up the phone.
But after hanging up, Holt Lawrence thought about it and ended up transferring some money to the Healing Manor. And he included a message:
[Please do your best to treat him.]
As for Daisy Zane, after hanging up the phone, she just kept staring at the glass surface, at the characters â she had written.
Her mind was filled with vivid, bloody images, the ground drenched in fresh blood, a sea aflame reaching for the sky, gunfire ringing out everywhereâ¦
She closed her eyes and furrowed her brow, massaging her temple.
The surrounding darkness swirled and swooped down on her like a giant whirlpool, threatening to swallow her whole.
All of a sudden, the roomâs doorbell rang, tugging her back from the abyss of darkness.
Daisy Zane opened her eyes and looked at her reflection on the glass. She massaged her temple again, took a deep breath and went to open the doorâ¦.