Edward Stephens' voice, for some reason, caused her mind to go blank for a moment.
She didn't know how many seconds passed before she spoke, and the man didn't continue talking either, until Daisy Ginger gradually came to her senses.
Suppressing all her feelings deep inside, she chuckled and asked, "Regarding the issue with my company's artist, I wonder if Mr. Stephens has any time now. We are very sincere about resolving the issue."
Edward didn't immediately respond. After a few seconds of busy tone on the phone, he calmly said, "I have a party this evening, but there are still two hours. If you can make it here within two hours, then come over."
*
By the time Daisy Ginger arrived at the villa where Edward Stephens was currently staying, she was out of breath, and an hour had already passed.
At four-thirty in the afternoon, the setting sun was like blood. Daisy parked her car at the entrance and reported Edward Stephens' name to the property management of the villa area.
