Chapter 364: Chapter 364: 331: Protecting the Husband_2

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“Arthur North is quite a gentleman.” Daisy Zane said with a sudden lift of her mouth corner, “He  will be very devoted.”

Everyone in the room felt as if they had eaten a mouthful of dog food.

They rarely saw Daisy Zane smile like that.

Although the smile was fleeting.

“Forget about the wine,” Daisy Zane said, looking at the wine in their hands, “In a few days  come to the drama crew and make a cameo for a few characters, alright?”

The eyes of the three men suddenly widened.

The others had a look of surprise on their faces.

This wasn’t a punishment, it was like a pie falling from the sky.

God was trying to stuff pies into their mouths.

A show by Flynn Ninevara! A show by Flynn Ninevara!

“I, we, us?”

“Yes, there might not be many parts.” Daisy Zane said, “But the characters are very important.”

Yesterday, when the three of them were gossiping, Daisy Zane instantly arranged roles for them in her mind. Although there might not be many parts.

But it could serve as the icing on the cake.

Actually, it would be fine to let others play the roles.

But after all  there are prototypes. Using prototypes is the best. So Daisy Zane left the words “see you later” yesterday.

It’s just  they are top celebrities, and they should be very busy. She doesn’t know if they have time.

“Yes, yes.” Another boy responded.

“Right, right, yes.”

“No need to find my agent, I can accept. Brook God, I’m always available,” said another boy, “Whenever you need me, I can be there.”

“Mhmm,” Daisy Zane said, “I’ll contact your agents in advance.”

The three men were suddenly so excited that after standing beside Daisy Zane for a while, they gradually reacted: “Brook God, let me toast you.”

Daisy Zane raised her eyebrow, picked up the wine glass, and clinked with them: “In the future  gossip less.”

“Understood, understood.”

Everyone else realized that besides feeding them dog food, Daisy Zane was also  protecting her husband.

After dinner, everyone dispersed.

Daisy Zane received a phone call and did not walk downstairs with them, taking the call in the Ninth Floor lobby.

The call was from Luke, probably reporting the recent situation of the Hundred Demons Pavilion.

Daisy Zane also mentioned Edward Kirsten’s power rebuilding and asked them to be more vigilant and pay more attention to the changes and distribution of various powers.

As she spoke on the phone, Daisy Zane initially looked outside. But after a while, she thought the view outside wasn’t very good, so she turned around and leaned against the French window to look inside the restaurant.

As she spoke with Luke, her gaze crossed the courtyard and saw a man across the way.

The man had just come out of the restroom.

He was about 1.85 meters tall, with long legs. Wearing light-colored sportswear, a mask, and a baseball cap.

His body was well covered, making it easy to attract attention.

However, because of his leisurely and composed walk, he does not arouse suspicion.

Still, seeing this figure, Daisy Zane immediately stood up straight.

Her pupils trembled violently, and after freezing in place for a few seconds, she hung up the phone and walked towards the man.

It was quite a distance to the atrium, and Daisy Zane kept her eyes on the man’s figure.

As she passed by the private room, she didn’t take notice.

She almost collided with a person coming out of the door.

The other person dodged, and Daisy Zane reacted and dodged too, narrowly avoiding a collision.

She did not pay much attention to who it was, her eyes kept following the figure.

She didn’t want to stay in place and was about to leave.

But  someone suddenly rushed over, blocking her.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Daisy Zane looked at the receding figure, her brow furrowing as she subconsciously gripped the person in front of her wrist and pulled them to the side.

“Ah!” The woman let out a scream, falling to the side and grabbing Daisy Zane’s skirt in the process.

Daisy Zane took a step forward, but was pulled back by the woman.

She turned around and realized  it was an acquaintance.

Amelia Miles and Mrs. Davis of the Johnson Family in Truro City.

It was Mrs. Davis who had just stopped Daisy Zane. Daisy Zane let go of her, and Mrs. Davis almost fell but was supported by Amelia Miles.

“What no manners, don’t you know how to apologize when you bump into someone?” Mrs. Davis glared at her.

Daisy Zane looked at the two of them without speaking, but her expression was very bad.

Seeing Daisy Zane’s pale face, Amelia Miles whispered, “Sister, what’s wrong?”

Daisy Zane gave them a gloomy look and turned to leave.

The two were intimated by her look, but once she turned around, they immediately reacted.

Last time at the Cloud Clothes and Rainbow Skirts Show, Mrs. Davis was “asked” to leave. She had always been holding a grudge, and now that she saw the person, how could she let it go?

“You uncultured wild child, stand still. Can’t you hear people talking to you!” Mrs. Davis chased after her again.

“Auntie ” Amelia Miles followed.

Mrs. Davis grabbed Daisy Zane’s arm, and Daisy Zane grabbed her arm back in response, turning around and glaring coldly at her: “Don’t look for death!”

Daisy Zane’s hand tightened, and Mrs. Davis cried out in pain, “Let go of me!”

“Sister, calm down. What happened?”

Daisy Zane was already trying to restrain the violent factor inside her body and did not directly hit anyone.

“Daisy Zane, you crazy woman! Let go of me!”

Daisy Zane’s hand tightened, throwing Mrs. Davis away again: “Since you know I’m crazy, next time you see me, take a detour.”

Mrs. Davis hit the wall directly, and her back hurt so much, she couldn’t speak for a moment.

Daisy Zane looked at Amelia Miles again: “Don’t call me sister, it makes me sick.”

Amelia Miles’ face changed instantly, and she clenched her teeth to maintain her image.

There were so many surveillance cameras here, and those eating here were either rich or powerful. Someone could come out at any time, and she couldn’t lose her composure.

“Sister, don’t say that,” Amelia Miles whispered.

“Amelia, do you expect a crude, uneducated person like Daisy Zane to say anything nice?” Mrs. Davis straightened her shawl and lifted her chin. Looking at Daisy Zane, she said, “No manners, crude, ignorant, and foul-mouthed. You, not to mention marrying into our Davis Family, you are not even someone our Davis Family would like to glance at.”