She lay in bed for a while before her mind gradually recalled what had happened last night.
Edward Stephens.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed.
Her legs went weak, and Daisy Ginger fell to her knees on the carpet. Supporting herself with her hands, she gritted her teeth and stood up again.
The places where Charlotte had pinched her, even after a whole night, still couldn't properly control her limbs.
She gritted her teeth, step by step shuffling to the door, and glanced at the room number.
She had been moved by Charlotte to a room on the sixteenth floor.
Now, what time was it?
Daisy instinctively looked back at the clock behind her, five-thirty, only, it was already five-thirty in the morning of the next day…
So where was Edward Stephens now…?
Daisy pursed her lips and walked barefoot out the door.
On the way to the twenty-ninth floor, Daisy ran into Robert Stephens, who was in a wheelchair, in the elevator.
