Chapter 27: Chapter 27 - 27 Spreading Rumors

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The smoke curled upwards as Daisy Zane looked down, exhaling a puff gently.

Kevin Clark turned to look at her, feeling a sense of abandonment amidst the chill, killing intent, hatred, and anger radiating from her.

Her state deeply pained him, and he wished he could hold her.

Halfway through the cigarette, Kevin Clark coughed at the dispersed smoke.

Daisy Zane only looked up at him after hearing his series of coughs.

Kevin Clark covered his mouth with a clenched right hand, his eyes watering from coughing.

“Choking?” Daisy Zane asked after observing him for a while.

Her words left Kevin Clark coughing inability to speak. He shook his head, waved his hand, gesturing for her to go on.

With a slight flutter of her eyelashes, Daisy Zane studied him closely. If smoke was an issue for him, considering Michael Jackson’s respect for him, he would have quit smoking, never to carry cigarettes, especially not let Kevin Clark knows about it.

But… he didn’t seem to be pretending.

Daisy Zane stubbed out her cigarette and leaned against the car: “Want some water?”

“No need… it’ll pass,” Kevin Clark coughed few more times and then stopped. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Michael Jackson sat in the car, holding his breath while watching Kevin Clark’s Oscar-worthy acting skills.

Kevin Clark took the cigarette and lighter from Daisy Zane’s hand and stood outside with her, not disturbing her in any way.

It was noon, and the temperature was rising, causing the ground to radiate heat.

Kevin Clark was wearing a black shirt.

Despite the heat, he stood outside with Daisy Zane for almost an hour, using his height advantage to block the sun for her.

Not until he saw Daisy Zane’s mood stabilizing did he say, “Let’s go home.”

When Daisy Zane turned her head and saw the beads of sweat on his forehead, her eyes flickered, and then she nodded softly.

Once they returned to the Everlasting Palace, Kevin Clark told Daisy Zane at the entrance, “Lucia, if there’s anything I can assist with, don’t hesitate to let me know, okay?”

Daisy Zane, who had fallen asleep in the car, looked up at him with slightly foggy eyes and nodded slightly: “Okay.”

Presenting Michael’s mobile number, he asked, “You still have it?”

“Yeah.”

“He’ll stay in Truro City,” said Kevin Clark. “My schedule might be unstable for some time. Contact him directly if there’s anything. If it’s convenient for you, you can keep him with you on the set.”

Daisy Zane raised an eyebrow.

He added, “Be careful on set; there are many combat scenes in the drama. Don’t get hurt.”

“Okay.”

Without wanting to bother her further, Kevin Clark refrained from saying more: “Go on in.”

Daisy Zane opened the room door, paused, and then looked back to say, “You…

also take care.”

Kevin Clark smiled: “Sure.”

It was decided that the script would be read and martial arts training would begin within a week of the start of the shooting. Yet, when the makeup setting, costumes, and other details were in place, almost a month went by.

During this month, Daisy Zane did not see Kevin Clark. Robinson Scott also left due to the Darknight Alliance being targeted in D continent.

The person she saw most often was her agent.

Hill Dawson was all business when he first met Daisy Zane, asking many questions both openly and in a roundabout way.

However, afterward, he fully embodied the role of a nurturing mother.

Like other artists who bring assistants onto the set, her agent, also acting as her assistant, accompanied Daisy Zane on the set, in rain or shine, always on time.

During this period, several attempts from Olivia Chester’s artist to stir up trouble were all settled by Hill Dawson without Daisy Zane needing to utter a word.

Aside from this, there was also Michael Jackson who he saw every day.

From the first day on set, Michael was always there to pick her up and drop her off.

He waited promptly at her house entrance every morning and even waited outside the drama crew’s location extra early.

Daisy Zane and Kevin Clark both told him repeatedly not to bother.

Every time, Kevin agreed politely but Daisy still saw Michael waiting outside the next day.

Moreover, Daisy didn’t have a set ending time to leave the set every day, so Michael would always wait outside extra early.

Feeling helpless, Daisy began to tell him her ending times so as to not waste his time.

Because of this, Hill Dawson continuously suspected that there was something going on between them. Despite Daisy’s denial, she didn’t believe her. Hill even prepared several public relations plans in case of unexpected needs in the future.

Later, Daisy couldn’t be bothered to explain anymore.

Before filming started, they gave all the actors a day off.

The night before their day off, Hill Dawson went home with Daisy.

The first filming location was Red Cliff Village. It took four to five hours to drive there, so they definitely could not commute daily.

Hill Dawson was worried that it was Daisy’s first time going on a long trip for filming and didn’t know what to bring, so she wanted to help her pack.

Some shops in the commercial area near the Everlasting Palace had already begun operating.

Hill Dawson saw a store selling roasted sweet potatoes while driving by. She pulled Daisy out of the car to go inside.

So… when Kevin Clark saw them in the parking lot, what he saw was the three of them each holding a steaming hot roasted sweet potato and eating deliciously.

They were also standing in a circle beside the car.

And the conversation he heard went like this.

Hill Dawson: “Is it sweet? When I was young, my mother wouldn’t let me eat this. I used to buy it and finish it in the parking lot, so I always felt that the roasted sweet potatoes in the parking lot are the most delicious.” Daisy Zane didn’t speak, she was peeling the sweet potato skin.

Michael Jackson responded politely and somewhat formally.

“Michael, we’ve known each other for quite a while now, but I don’t know what your job is. How old are you? Where are you from?”

This question…lt felt a bit off to Michael, but he still answered: “I work as an assistant, I am 25 this year and I’m from the Imperial Capital.”

“From the Imperial Capital?” Hill Dawson asked while biting into the sweet potato, “Do you have a house in Imperial Capital? Which district? How big is

Michael laughed awkwardly, glanced at Daisy, but before he could speak, Hill Dawson added: “Even though our Daisy doesn’t care about these things, you surely must have a house. That will be your life’s security in the future. And Daisy’s job is rather peculiar. Now that she is with you, she is under immense pressure.”

After Hill finished speaking, Michael was so shocked he broke out in a sweat instantly: “No, no, Sister Emily, you’ve made a mistake, we are not together, I am just a driver.”

“Don’t bluff me. You two figured everything out, didn’t you? Pretending to be only a driver, I won’t stop her from dating. In front of me, you don’t need to maintain such a big distance.”

“No, I am not, I am not. Lady Zane…”

Daisy Zane completely calmly took another bite of the sweet potato without even looking up, and calmly responded: “I’ve already explained three times, but she doesn’t believe me.”

“Daisy.”

Just as she finished speaking, a familiar voice sounded.

Daisy Zane looked up towards the source of the sound upon hearing the voice.

Kevin Clark was in a suit today, his long legs making him appear all the more desirable and attractive, as if he had stepped out of a drawing. Beside him was a man, slightly shorter than him, with very distinctive features. From far away you could feel a sense of malevolence.

Seemingly inherently within him.

Daisy Zane watched him approach.

Hill Dawson stared at him, her eyes wide and in shock, her mouth hanging open.

“Third Master.” Michael Jackson immediately put away the roasted sweet potato in his hand and went up to welcome the guest.

Kevin Clark glanced at him, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing right into Michael’s heart. His expression seemed to say: Look at you, I asked you to just transport people, not to create a scandal.

Michael Jackson suddenly felt as if he were frozen, and his head dropped even

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