Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âArthur, whatâs the matter? Itâs early in the morning.â Allonzo Hobson received a call from Kevin Clark just past seven oâclock, and he still sounded groggy.
âHer hot topic is having its heat reduced, letâs notify them about it.â Kevin Clark was sitting on the Sofa, brewing tea.
Allonzo Hobson was stunned for a moment before he realized who this âherâ was referring to. He opened his Facebook to check and instantly became clear-headed: âHoly shit? This is really blowing up.â
Kevin Clark did not respond.
Allonzo Hobson scrolled further down and said, âI just went to bed early last night, did I miss something? Otherwise, this hot topic could not fall out of the top five.â
âJust notify them not to reduce the heat, thatâs all thatâs needed.â Kevin Clark said, taking a sip of his tea.
âUnderstood.â Allonzo Hobson knew that a newcomer just started gaining attention, too much heat is not necessarily a good thing, âIâll make the call.â
âOk.â
After hanging up the call, Kevin Clark had someone brought the movie over. He first watched the movie at double speed, then repeatedly watched Daisy Zaneâs scenes.
It was past nine oâclock, James Collins came out of the guest room in home clothes that belonged to Kevin Clark, and his hair was a mess. He went outside without even washing up.
Harry Clark stopped him: âWhere are you going?â
âLooking for my sister.â James Collins ruffled his own hair and opened the door.
âShe hasnât woken up yet, donât disturb her.â Kevin Clark was quite bothered by his habit of looking for people without even washing up.
âHow do you know my sister hasnât woken up?â asked James Collins.
She turned off her light past three oâclock last night, and she needs to go to the drama crew in the afternoon.â Kevin Clark didnât answer him.
James Collins scratched his head again and came back, saying, âHow do you know everything?â
Kevin Clark didnât pay him attention and continued to watch the movie on his cell phone.
James Collins plopped himself down opposite him, with his legs crossed, his arms folded, and staring at Kevin Clark.
Last night, this man just gave him a set of clothes, pointed him to the guest room, and then didnât say a word to him.
He was so gentle in front of his sister, but once he turned his head, he was like a changed person, his whole body radiating a âdo not approachâ and âuntouchableâ aura.
Particularly that aura of a high-ranking person, mysterious and eerie. Luckily he was a materialist, otherwise he might have thought there were fairies.
As for his current impression of Clark, apart from his devilishly handsome face, those devilishly beautiful eyes that were irresistible, thin waist and long legs, smooth skin, he did not find anything likable about him.
After a while, James Collins slightly huffed, his peach blossom eyes filled with defiance, âDo you know how many people are pursuing my sister? Do you know how excellent those people are?â
Kevin Clark looked up at him, his slender eyes carrying a subtle fierceness.
Seeing that he finally responded to him, James Collins raised his eyebrows in pleasure, somewhat like the expression Daisy would have.
âWhat about you?â Kevin Clark sipped his tea, âAre you in that long list of people?â
âWhy would I be?â James Collins had a âyou must be jokingâ look on his face,
âThatâs my sister, how could I have that kind of thoughts.â
âSheâs not a real sister.â
âEven though we are not real siblings, sheâs more than a real sister to me,â James Collins was clearly stubborn about this.
Kevin Clark lightly chuckled and poured him a cup of tea, âHow old are you?â
âTwenty. Iâm young. Humph.â James Collins shook his legs.
âHow long have you known Lucia?â Kevin Clark asked casually.
But James Collins became alert, he picked up the tea and took a sip, âWhy should I tell you all this. Tsk!â
Kevin Clark laughed, tapped his leg twice with his index finger, dismissing his urge to smack him.
Daisy Zane slept until noon. At past eight oâclock, Johannes Miles had called her twice, but she did not answer and turned off her phone.
After she woke up and turned on her phone, she said a word to Kevin Clark.
Once she had finished washing up, Kevin Clark was just knocking on the door with a meal.
James Collins had changed into one of Kevin Clarkâs outfits, with the pant legs rolled up and sleeves also rolled up, hanging loose. He snickered at the sight of the door-knocking, âDonât you have the passcode either?â
Kevin Clark ignored him.
As Daisy Zane opened the door, James Collins immediately displayed a very obedient smile, âSister, good morning.â
âItâs past morning.â Daisy Zane moved aside to let him in, then greeted Kevin Clark with a raise of her eyebrows.
Once inside, James Collins removed his shoes and was about to switch into Kevin Clarkâs slippers.
However, he was pulled back by Daisy Zaneâs grip on his collar, âThere are disposable ones in the shoe cabinet. If youâre going to stay here in the future, buy a pair.â
âAlright.â James Collins didnât mind. He took a pair of disposables, put them on, and went in.
After that, he observed everything along the way, chattering non-stop. His mouth seemed like it couldnât be closed. Plus, he would continuously call out âsisterâ if Daisy Zane didnât respond every few sentences.
Kevin Clark arranged the dishes he had bought onto plates while listening to James Collinsâs voice, and suddenly felt that Daisy Zane was sometimes very patient, possibly from being ground down by this kid.
âJames Collins, come eat.â Daisy Zaneâs voice was colder than usual.
âGot it.â James Collins responded.
But when Kevin Clark served her the rice and the soup, he still hadnât arrived. Daisy Zane stirred the soup with her spoon and whispered, âOne, twoâ¦â
âSister, here I am! Here I am!â James Collins immediately ran into the dining room, sat next to Daisy Zane, and giggled, âDonât be mad, Iâm here.â
Kevin Clark served him a bowl of rice too, feeling that their way of getting along implied that James Collins must have known Daisy Zane since he was in his teens.
And that he was indeed raised by Daisy Zane.
âDid he disturb you last night?â Daisy Zane asked Kevin Clark.
âSister, how could I? Iâm super-behaved.â James Collinsâs peach blossom eyes curved up into a smile.
Daisy Zane glanced at him, then waited for Kevin Clark to speak. Kevin Clark served her food and said, âHe was quite good last night.â
âSister, see? Iâve grown up, I am sensible now.â
âBut this morning, he told me that many people are pursuing you, and theyâre all very excellent. Told me to be careful and to know my own limitations, â Kevin Clark served Daisy Zane a piece of fish that heâd picked out the bones from, then sighed softly, âand he threatened me. He said if I have any delusional ideas, Iâd get beaten until I canât even recognize my father.â
James Collins choked, looking up at Kevin Clark in disbelief. When had he ever said something like that?
Daisy Zane looked over at James Collins, who quickly shrank back, âSister, listen to me. I didnât say that. I didnât, really. Heâs lying to you.â
Daisy Zane kept her gaze on him.
James Collins got nervous, âI, I didnât say so much.â
Of course, Daisy Zane knew that the latter part about beating him up wasnât what heâd said. But that one sentence he did say exposed Kevin Clarkâs intention, laying it out on the surface.
Even though itâs obvious to anyone with eyes, seeing it and saying it are two different things.
Kevin Clarkâs sentence threw both of them into the mix.
Daisy Zane looked leisurely towards Kevin Clark, coldness filled her eyes.
Kevin Clark met her gaze with a gentle and candid smile in his eyes. He withstood her icy glance and after a few seconds, said, âDonât be mad.â Daisy Zane didnât respond, but the chill in her eyes did die down slightly..