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.
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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?

Daisy Ginger slapped his hand away. "Scram."


The man chuckled lightly, ignored her, turned around, and went to sit on the sofa eating strawberries.


Daisy took a deep breath and glanced around the room's furnishings.


A very ordinary apartment building, not to mention comparing it with the Stephens family's villas; it couldn't even compare to the villa she currently lived in.


Was he crazy, coming out here to live a hard life?


Daisy slapped a bank card in front of him and said coldly, "The password is..."


Edward Stephens picked up the bank card and, right in front of her, snapped it in two with a "crack."


Daisy didn't finish her sentence, and the words got stuck in her throat.


She pressed her lips together, a little annoyed, but didn't want to argue with him. She stood next to the man, turned her head, and looked out the window.


Chapter 677 - This guy is so annoying.