Chapter 365: Chapter 365: 332: Venting Your Anger for You

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The ninth and tenth floors of the Fog Mountain Restaurant are specially reserved for celebrities and artists.

The privacy is very good and the environment is quiet.

Perhaps it’s past dinner time, perhaps people generally prefer gatherings in the evening, or perhaps Mrs. Davis’s harsh words aren’t very loud. But it seems even quieter at this time.

There’s no one else in the corridor except them.

Daisy Zane stands in place, her eyes reflecting the images of the two of them, but her mind is full of that figure.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

It looks so much like him

Especially that slow stride.

Mrs. Davis was still saying, “Our future daughter-in-law and mistress of the Davis Residence must come from a family like the Lane Family.”

Hearing the words “Lane Family,” Daisy Zane snaps back to reality.

Mrs. Davis continues, “My future daughter-in-law must be like Young Miss Lane. She should come from a good background and be well-cultured. She should have proper manners and the grace of a true aristocratic lady. Absolutely not a wild girl who flaunts herself in public.”

Daisy Zane glances at Mrs. Davis and then at Amelia Miles.

She understands why they were together here.

The dance competition starts next Monday.

According to online analysis, Amelia Miles has a high chance of joining the Dance Association. Even some people think that based on Sophie Ortiz’s preferences, Amelia Miles has a nearly 50% chance of becoming Sophie Ortiz’s apprentice.

After all, Amelia is known as “Little Kiara” outside.

If Amelia becomes Sophie Ortiz’s apprentice,

It would be tantamount to being half a daughter of the Lane Family.

Her value would skyrocket.

Mrs. Davis came to the Imperial Capital at this time, probably to wine and dine Amelia Miles in advance, in order to curry favor and get closer to her.

This would make it easier for them to approach Olivia Lane.

The Davis Family’s goal has always been Olivia Lane.

“Only Young Miss Lane is a true aristocratic lady, not someone like you who has been packaged with money and over-hyped publicity,” sneers Mrs. Davis venomously.

Amelia Miles stands by, watching the drama unfold without saying a word, surely feeling great inside.

Mrs. Davis sees that Daisy Zane is not responding and some of the built-up anger in her heart dissipates. She is about to humiliate Daisy Zane further when her arm is suddenly grabbed.

Daisy Zane grips her arm, her expression colder and more ruthless than before.

Mrs. Davis cries out in pain but can’t speak properly.

Looking disdainful, Daisy Zane stares at her with icy eyes, “What did I say? One more word defaming Daisy Zane and I’ll destroy the Davis Family.”

Amelia Miles stands by, her mouth moving but not daring to make a sound.

She is all too familiar with this look, when Daisy Zane almost strangled her in the parking lot last time.

Mrs. Davis is in so much pain that she breaks out in a cold sweat. Not daring to scream, she can only growl softly, “Daisy Zane, what are you doing? Let go of me!”

“With your Davis Family and your shrewish face, you dare to climb up the social ladder, trying to ingratiate yourselves with the Lane Family,” says Daisy Zane softly. “Are you worthy?”

“What our Davis Family is like is none of your business. You’re just an actress, you don’t get to judge us,” Mrs. Davis snaps back.

“Sister, there are CCTV cameras here. Don’t make a scene, you’re a public figure and someone might see,” warns Amelia Miles.

Daisy Zane glances at Amelia’s face before releasing Mrs. Davis abruptly once more.

She uses so much force that Mrs. Davis not only slams into the wall but also twists her ankle. The pain turns her face as white as a sheet.

Amelia watches this scene and, after looking at the surveillance camera overhead, she subtly curls the corner of her lip in satisfaction.

This is a big news story, enough to force someone to retire from the circle.

“Show some sense and stay away from Olivia Lane,” Daisy Zane says coldly.

Daisy Zane has barely finished speaking when she hears footsteps behind her.

She turns to look.

Arthur North approaches with a group of people.

Arthur North is still wearing the black shirt and trousers he wore this morning. His pace is fast and his strides are long.

His thin, crimson lips are pursed with concern.

His narrow eyes seem to be brewing a storm.

Mysterious, demonic, and regal.

Seeing him, the gloom in Daisy Zane’s heart subsides a little, and the fire that hasn’t been let out is extinguished slightly.

Watching the man approaching, Amelia’s eyes suddenly tighten and she unconsciously shifts towards the side.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Davis leans against the wall, her foot not daring to touch the ground, her face pale as she watches the distinguished man approach.

Arthur North strides up to Daisy Zane, looks down at her, then reaches out and touches her face gently, “Why does your complexion look so terrible?”

Twisting her fingertips, Daisy Zane replies, “It’s nothing. What brought you here?”