Daisy Ginger was crouched down on the floor, breathing softly.
She didn't say a word.
The soundproofing in the six-star hotel suite was excellent, not a whisper from downstairs could be heard. The entire space was silent, save for her own breathing.
She was silent for a while, then slowly crawled up from the ground, somewhat unsteady as she leaned against the wall, then raised her head to look at Robert Stephens.
"Partnering with you was a mistake." She raised her hand, wiping the blood at the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiled sardonically, "Matters of one's own should be handled by oneself; placing hope on others is truly foolish."
She really must have been desperate to think her interests could align with Robert Stephens'.
How could they possibly align? He wished her dead.
Daisy didn't look at him again, slowly moving towards the door, a bit disheveled.
