Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 397 - 424: Blue Little Pill

"Then I’ll go first." Daisy Ginger replied, nudging the man’s chest to signal him to release her.

The man clicked his tongue softly and muttered, "It’s such trouble... I think she’s beautiful without makeup."

Although he said this, he obediently released her waist.

Daisy turned her head, glanced at him, seeing the lingering intoxication in his eyes, she said softly, "Get some sleep."

The man smiled gently, lowered his head to plant a kiss on her forehead, "Go on."

Daisy acknowledged, and left with the makeup artist.

Edward Stephens leaned against the door frame, watching Daisy’s slender figure fade into the distance. Around him were bustling voices; today was a good day, full of laughter and joy, making one involuntarily feel happy.

He took out a cigarette box from his pocket, thought for a moment, and then put it back.

*

Daisy was about to open the makeup room door when the makeup artist following her suddenly spoke.

"Miss Ginger, Mr. Stephens is inside."

Her voice was no longer as cheerful and agreeable as before but had a detachment similar to Charlotte Smith.

Daisy’s fingers rested on the doorknob and she raised her eyebrows slightly, turning her head to glance at the makeup artist.

Unexpectedly, this makeup artist was also one of Robert Stephens’ people.

"Then I’ll head downstairs first." She lowered her head and whispered, quickly leaving the makeup room corridor.

Daisy withdrew her gaze, looked at the doorknob, and exerted a little force to open the door.

...

On the sofa, a dazzlingly handsome man reclined lazily, his hand holding a book opened to a third of the way; Charlotte stood to the side, head down, quickly looked up when she saw her coming.

Daisy gently closed the door, walked over, and said calmly, "I thought we wouldn’t meet today."

The man closed the book in his hand and casually handed it to Charlotte, then lifted his head from the sofa to look at her.

His tone was also very calm: "After all, it’s a matter neither too big nor too small, I had to come personally to make sure you don’t make any mistakes."

Daisy smiled slightly, leaned against the wall, arms crossed, "Mr. Stephens doesn’t trust me?"

"Just wanted to personally hand it over to you." Robert Stephens replied indifferently, raised his hand, and Charlotte promptly walked over to hand her something in a small transparent plastic bag.

Daisy lowered her head and glanced at the item in her hand.

Inside was a small blue pill.

"What is this?"

"You don’t need to know what it is, just remember to have him take it at the dinner tonight."

"..."

"I’ll have someone arranged to take him away, the rest doesn’t concern Miss Ginger."

Daisy pursed her lips, her face showing some chill.

She looked at Robert, "You promised me you wouldn’t hurt him."

Upon hearing this, Robert lifted his head to look at her, seemingly amused, his handsome face carrying a mocking smile, "Do you think it’s poison? Daisy, I’m his brother, I would never do anything to harm his body."

"Then what medicine is this?"

The man fell silent for a moment before looking at her, his tone growing cold, as if unwilling to maintain a facade of calm, his voice chillingly cold, "Daisy, don’t you think you’ve asked too many questions?"

Daisy’s fingers curled slightly, she clenched her hand and lowered her head, "I just..."

"Don’t tell me you’re having regrets." The man said coldly, "Indeed, at an occasion like this, vanity does tend to overflow, do you wish to continue staying with the Stephens family?"