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After calling Melody Collins, Daisy Zane checked the online messages.
The messages had been removed, and the internet was clean, with no trace of them.
The only lively parts were the comments on her Facebook and her private messages.
She roughly looked through them. Some were just concerned and asking questions, some were questioning her, and some were scolding her.
And soon, the most common topic was questioning why the message was removed so quickly.
Was she being kept by some man?
Was the manâs identity mysterious and noble?
Daisy Zane casually glanced through the messages, and seeing that they did not involve Arthur North or the Clark Family, she closed her Facebook.
At this time, Holt Lawrenceâs call came: âNana, your news with Arthur North was sent under the name of an 18th-tier Little Star, and Celestial Pivot did not notice it at first.â
Daisy Zane leaned against the head of the bed, pinching her brow: âIs it to avoid being intercepted online?â
All major online media had been contacted by Allonzo Hobson, with some smaller media outlets following the actions of the big ones.
It was almost an established rule not to break any news about Daisy Zane.
And Celestial Pivot had people specifically monitoring online messages, checking for scattered information from fans or small media outlets that would ignore the situation and make money recklessly.
But this time the message had nothing to do with Daisy Zane, so Celestial Pivot did not intercept it in time. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Holt Lawrence: âIt shouldnât be. I traced the message on the internet. It was sent by someone named Celeste Martin, who registered an account with a black card.â
Hearing this name, Daisy Zane raised her eyebrows slightly.
Holt Lawrence continued: âShe probably didnât expect the internet to intercept news about you. She didnât dare to expose your romance directly, so she made a detour, pretending to have mistaken someone else for you, and posted it online. It was the netizens who later said it was you.â
âWhy bother?â Daisy Zane said.
âFeeling guilty, I guess. This way, she may feel a little better.â Holt Lawrence said, âI found out that she has recorded a show with you. Are you not getting along?â
âMaybe.â Daisy Zane looked around the layout of the room while sitting on the bed. A vase was placed on the table in the bay window, with a rose inside.
Bathing in the sunlight, it was vibrant and gorgeous.
It should have been placed there yesterday, but she hadnât noticed it last night.
âYou havenât given me any news about William Butch.â Daisy Zane said.
âAh, someone has been sent to inquire about the people he used to be in contact with.â Holt Lawrence said, âI will sort it out and send it to you in the evening.â
âAlright, bye.â
After hanging up, Daisy Zane turned her head and looked at the rose for a while, then flipped through the messages on her cell phone. Seeing that there was nothing important, she went back to sleep.
However, she only slept for an hour when she was woken up by her assistantâs voice messages.
She took a look and just picked up the call when the other side hung up.
Then a message came: [Organize all the experimental data from above. Some experimental data has been lost and needs to be redone.]
After reading the message, Daisy Zane flipped through the five folders her assistant sent before making the voice calls.
Then the assistant sent another message: [I heard that the Dean of the Research Institute had an accident yesterday. Many things have been taken over by the professor leading us. It might be a bit busy these days, so be prepared.]
Daisy Zane frowned at the message and started to ask a question, but then she deleted it and replied: [Alright.]
Then she called Holt Lawrence.
Holt Lawrence: âAh, I was just thinking that there was something I forgot to mention when I called. Yes, Ezekiel Santiago was attacked in M Continent yesterday. One of his legs was broken, but itâs no big deal. Heâll be fine after staying in the hospital for a while.â
âWho did it?â
âIt is suspected that it was the M Continent laboratory, because they asked the Research Institute for an experimental sample, but the Institute did not agree. Then Ezekiel Santiago was attacked.â Holt Lawrence said, âBut there is no solid evidence yet. The attackers were all mercenaries, and they did not know who paid them.â
âWhere is he now?â
âHeâs in a hospital in M Continent.â Holt Lawrence said, âHeâs getting old and cannot be moved right after the injury.â
âKeep an eye on him in secret.â Daisy Zane said, âDonât let any more accidents happen.â
âYes, I understand.â
After hanging up the phone, Daisy Zane quickly washed and rinsed herself. When she left, she happened to bump into a servant who was cleaning the corridor railings outside.
The servant immediately stood up straight when she saw her and smiled, âMadam, are you awake?â
Because of the word âMadamâ, Daisy Zane took an extra glance at her: â Where is Kevin Clark?â
âAfter the madam returned to her room last night, Third Master left. But this morning, Third Master called and told us to prepare breakfast, saying that the madam should sleep until she wakes up naturally before eating.â
Daisy Zane felt tingling on her scalp from being called âMadamâ so many times, and she paused before saying, âI have something to do, so I wonât eat. Thank you.â
After saying that, she quickly left.
After Daisy Zane went to the laboratory at Imperial Capital University, she was busy all day and didnât have lunch. Instead, she had only eaten two pieces of sugar during the day.
Kevin Clark was also very busy on his end, as he had to familiarize himself with the experiments he was taking over.
It wasnât until after dinner that he finally had some time. Just as he was about to call Daisy Zane, his older brother called him.
He was asked to come home.
His older brother originally wanted to say a few more words, but he was interrupted by his fatherâs words: âEnough with the chatter, tell him to hurry back.â
After hanging up the phone, Kevin Clark didnât ask the driver to take him home. Instead, he drove back himself.
It must be about Henry Clarkâs incident, which had reached his fatherâs ears.
He didnât intend to hide it at all, but the news reached his father much later than he expected.
Driving halfway across Imperial Capital, as soon as Kevin Clark entered their front hall, he saw a room full of people.
Everyone from Clark Family was present, except for him.
The situation seemed to be just waiting for him, and it seemed to be a public execution.
The front hall was shrouded in gloom. His older brother, sister-in-law, and Hugo Clark were secretly signaling him with their eyes, probably asking him to say a few good words and submit.
Hardy Clark was also sitting nervously to one side, looking at him.
Kevin Clark gave his sister-in-law a reassuring look and then turned to his parents, smiling, âDad, Mom. Family gathering today?â
As he said this, he was about to sit down, but before he could even touch the sofa, Elina Clark said, âYou stand.â
Kevin Clark: â â
Natalie Wayne looked at him sympathetically but didnât say anything.
Elina Clarkâs expression was cold as he looked at him and asked, âWhere did you send Henry Clark?â
âM Continent Prison.â Kevin Clark repressed the laughter in his eyes and said directly.
After hearing this, Theo Clark and Hugo Clark both frowned.
Theo Clark found out today along with his father.
Hugo Clark found out after his Third Uncle arrested the person.
However, Kevin Clark had people specifically under his command, who only took orders from him. So, Hugo Clark didnât know where exactly Kevin Clark had sent Henry Clark.
M Continent Prison, an endless hell
It would be better to just kill the person outright.
âKevin Clark! He is your Second Uncle!â Elina Clark yelled angrily.
âHe is not.â
âJust because you say he isnât doesnât make it so. Both of you share the blood of the Clark Family. Itâs not something you can disavow just because you want to!â Elina Clark slapped the table and said, âWhatâs the first rule of Clark Family? Tell me what it is!â
Kevin Clark took a soft breath and said, âThe Clark Family is united, with a shared voice, shared roots, and shared hearts. Under no circumstance should brothers fight against each other or kill their own blood.â
âWhat have you done!â
âIt was Henry Clark who made the first move.â Faced with his fatherâs harsh words, Kevin Clarkâs tone remained calm.
âHe attacked you so you attacked him? Just because he doesnât understand the family rules, you donât either? How did I teach you? How can you face your ancestors!â Elina Clarkâs chest heaved violently, âThe Lane Family has already decided to take action, so let them handle it. He has had sinister intentions for twenty years and hasnât repented. Whether he lives or dies, Iâm not going to get involved. But you why, why did you suddenly take action!â