Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 550: I freaking love you, kid!

After the kiss, Daisy Ginger was slightly out of breath.

She lifted her head and looked into the man’s dark eyes while nestled in his arms.

His eyes deeply reflected her image, filled with affection and tenderness.

Without saying anything more, she closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around the man’s waist, and nestled in his embrace, feeling his body heat gradually seep into her, his breath providing her with reassurance.

Daisy Ginger, in her life, barely depended on anyone else; perhaps her innate personality was stronger than the average person. When faced with difficulties, her first thought was to handle it herself.

Yet in this world, there were things she couldn’t deal with no matter what.

Even if she spent her whole life trying, she couldn’t manage Robert Stephens.

"Edward Stephens, I need a break," she said softly.

She was exhausted, but there were still many things requiring her full attention.

Helen Hyde’s situation and the incident in the parking lot where she was nearly assaulted had been resolved. She now needed to prepare for the company’s public listing, with James Shelton offering no assistance; everything had to be managed on her own.

"Let’s go home and rest." The man looked down at her pale face, a hint of sorrow appeared in his eyes. He bent down and kissed her forehead.

*

Daisy Ginger did not broadcast the incident with Helen Hyde hiring thugs to assault her but, instead, assumed the role of the company’s responsible party. She held a press conference, apologized to the media and Helen Hyde’s fans, and expressed her commitment to strengthen psychological management for artists of Royal Entertainment.

However, some of Helen Hyde’s fans still lost control and yelled "Executioner" at her, only to be escorted out by security.

Daisy Ginger stood on the stage, looking at the agitated male fan, his face flushed, while female fans sat below with teary eyes. Helen Hyde was gone, and those who were deeply attracted and loved her were still saddened by her death.

Daisy Ginger rarely appeared before the media, yet the press conference led to her photographs being taken by reporters, unexpectedly gaining immense popularity on media platforms.

She stood on the stage in a black dress, a white rose pinned to her chest, hair down, expressionless. Clearly, her face was plain, but because of her exquisite features, she appeared even more striking than with heavy makeup.

A photo posted without any retouching was shared a hundred thousand times, completely overshadowing Helen Hyde’s farewell ceremony, diverting the attention of netizens entirely.

That’s how onlookers are; they don’t care about the truth nor the underlying conflicts of interest. Even if the murderer is beautiful, they can still be praised extensively.

Returning to the company after the press conference, Elena Raven came over with her phone to inform her, "Daisy, you’re trending."

She glanced at Elena Raven’s phone screen, showing a media outlet’s public account featuring nine individual shots of her from the news conference, despite it being Helen Hyde’s farewell ceremony, yet her photos were prominently displayed.

It seemed as if she was the one who had committed suicide.

Daisy Ginger frowned slightly, "Contact this media outlet, tell them to take down my photos."

"Why? I think it’s quite good," Elena Raven didn’t understand, "The company has had too much negative news recently. Diverting public attention could be beneficial."

There’s some truth to that.

Perhaps because she wasn’t an artist, she wasn’t interested in public exposure, using her photos as a gimmick to divert attention. She felt it would be better to use Elena Raven’s photos.

The publicity could support a new show.

Daisy Ginger handed the phone back, "Then contact the PR department, let them keep me updated on any developments. I’m a bit tired these days, if nothing particularly important arises, they should handle it themselves." She massaged her brow, "I’m just exhausted these days."

Elena Raven looked at Daisy Ginger’s complexion and sensed the pressure Daisy Ginger had been feeling lately must be intense. Helen Hyde’s suicide didn’t seem to affect the company employees much, but Daisy Ginger, as a senior at Royal Entertainment, was grappling with everything.

"Daisy, is there anything you need my help with...?" she asked softly.

Upon hearing this, Daisy Ginger turned to glance at her, chuckled softly, "I’m fine. Do your work well, I’m just..."

She paused briefly, her downcast eyes slightly dimmed.

It’s just that all these occurred too quickly, ended too quickly; it felt all too familiar.

Has everything truly ended?

She lingered at the window, looking out at the sunset, as red as blood.

Ever since the man arrived in Tsing City, the city has been anything but peaceful.

*

Bar.

Ryan Smith, smiling broadly, pushed a glass of wine in front of Edward Stephens, "Come on, drink up, drink!"

He seemed exceptionally cheerful.

Edward Stephens glanced at the green cocktail in front of him, raised an eyebrow and asked, "What’s up with you today?"

"What’s up with me? What could be up with me?" Ryan Smith took a sip, patted Edward Stephens’ shoulder, "I see your issues got resolved so quickly, I’m happy for you."

Edward Stephens leaned back on his chair, his long fingers traced the cold glass in front of him, speaking lightly, "You think the matter has concluded?"

"Wasn’t it that Daisy Ginger’s artist hired thugs trying to retaliate against Daisy? So, that Helen woman is dead now, I believe the media was sorted out by you, everything on Weibo looks clean."

Edward Stephens didn’t respond, he shook his head, took a sip of the drink.

"No," he said softly, "she was made to suicide."

"What?" Ryan Smith was visibly startled, looking at Edward Stephens, "You mean that woman...?"

"You’re unfamiliar with his tactics," Edward Stephens spoke flatly, "He’s best at inciting others to kill. Helen Hyde is now dead, the police have closed the case, this matter can only be regarded as the past."

Ryan Smith clearly understood who Edward Stephens meant by "he," his expression turned solemn and fell silent for a long time.

"And Daisy over there..."

"I’m living with her now," Edward Stephens picked up the wine, took a sip, his eyes darkened, "I can no longer let her suffer any harm because of me."

"Your brother...," Ryan Smith began saying those words, feeling a heavy psychological burden. He furrowed his brows, "Why won’t he let you guys go?"

Edward Stephens lowered his gaze, not answering Ryan Smith’s question.

A pleasant gathering turned heavy due to Edward Stephens’ few words.

Ryan Smith seemed somewhat drunk, his pale skin slightly flushed, and his tone became more impulsive than usual.

"Edward, to be honest, about what happened back then, I really owe you an apology. I’ve always wanted to say sorry to you, I truly..."

Edward Stephens pushed a glass of ice water towards him.

"You’re drunk."

"Edward Stephens," he said, gripping his shoulders with some excitement, "I really... thank you."

Edward Stephens watched him, not saying a word.

Ryan Smith was intoxicated, his gaze unfocused, his face leaning blankly towards Edward’s face.

"Smooch—"

And then he planted a kiss on Edward’s cheek.

"Darn it, I bloody love you, man!"