The first meeting was at a small bar. A friend nudged his arm, smiling somewhat suggestively: A woman like Daisy Ginger should be kept in a vase, constantly admired, and toyed with at any moment.
At that time, she seemed to be drunk and was persuaded by her friend to take to the dance floor and perform a dance.
He propped up his face, watching the glamorous woman with casual indifference under the dazzling lights.
Daisy Ginger.
The name is spicy enough.
The figure.
Also spicy enough.
*
Banyan City’s young Master Wen, afflicted with a severe illness, was deemed by doctors at birth to not live past the age of thirty. He lived capriciously up to the age of twenty-five, never imagining he’d encounter such a dilemma in his lifetime—if he were to die, what would happen to the little demon at home who creates chaos and mischief without his protection, and ends up bringing harm upon herself when he’s no longer there to shield her?

"What should I do?" he asked slowly, his voice sounding somewhat dry.


"Help me investigate Emma Magus," Edward Stephens said. "I want to know who she's been in contact with these days."


"Emma..." Ryan Smith's face looked a bit serious. "Do you mean..."


Edward stared straight ahead, "I suspect she's connected to Helen Hyde's death."


A circle of people, wanting to contact each other is too easy. Even if the police didn't find anything at Helen Hyde's suicide scene, private connections wouldn't be detected by them.


"Emma Magus is a very proud person. She wouldn't apologize to Daisy and approached my brother."


"..." Ryan Smith's face also turned serious.


He probably understood better than anyone that Robert Stephens wasn't a man known for his empathy. Emma Magus owed him a favor and might even need to repay it with her life.


Chapter 552 - I was taken advantage of.