Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 72: Chapter 72 Daisy Ginger’s Dog 2

Behind them were not only Ian Linton, but also Abigail Perry and Emily Ginger, even Ian Linton’s parents were present.

The two families have had business dealings in recent years and are fairly familiar with each other.

Daisy Ginger nodded to Ian Linton’s parents before she shifted her gaze to Abigail Perry and Emily Ginger.

Emily Ginger was wearing a snow-white long gown. She was already delicate and charming, and with her makeup, she looked even more like a lovely little princess, attracting adoration from all.

She hooked onto Ian Linton’s arm and softly called her "sister." Daisy Ginger slightly nodded in response, not intending to embarrass her.

In such occasions, it’s necessary to save face; family scandals are not to be aired outside, providing others with amusement.

Abigail Perry had been looking on with a predatory gaze, and upon seeing the response, heaved a sigh of relief. After all, Daisy Ginger had been known to be unkind to them, and if she embarrassed Emily today, they would have no choice but to swallow their pride.

"Happy engagement." Daisy Ginger smiled at Ian Linton, "I’ve asked my assistant to send over the engagement gift, hope you like it."

Ian Linton gracefully smiled, "Director Ginger, you are too generous."

Daisy Ginger raised her glass and took a sip of wine with him.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Daisy Ginger did not intend to follow them around for toasts, and using an excuse, she headed upstairs.

As soon as she left, the men and women observing her quietly downstairs erupted into chatter.

"So that’s Daisy Ginger..."

"She’s beautiful."

"...Back then Edward Stephens nearly died because of her?"

"Isn’t that right? I heard the kidnapper got ideas because of her looks... you get it, right?"

The group laughed knowingly.

Someone said, "Looking like that, if I were the kidnapper, I couldn’t resist either..."

The once sensational city-wide case had now become vulgar gossip for others.

"Bang!" A champagne bottle suddenly flew over, landing amidst the group, splashing everywhere.

Everyone instinctively looked up, ready to curse: "Damn, where’d you put your eyes..."

Upon seeing the tattoos spreading up the neck of the person opposite, their voices gradually quieted.

A man, who had been hidden in the darkness eavesdropping for who knows how long, stood from a corner. His hair was cropped very short, dyed silver-white, looking somewhat out of place in this setting; with a silver lip ring biting a cigarette, he arrogantly raised his head, casting a sharp glance over the group: "Hmm?"

He was dressed in a suit and tie, clearly in formal attire, yet the turquoise tattoos extending to his fair neck and wrists declared his unruliness and nonconformity.

He stood there lazily, wrapped in an aura of menace, like he could rush over at any moment and lay them all flat on the ground. noveldrama

The group was silent with fear until the one who cursed earlier apologetically stepped forward, "Master Pond, sorry, I was blind to not recognize Mt. Tai..."

The man gave him a sidelong glance, the cigarette between his lips curling disdainfully, and spoke flatly, "Don’t let me see it again."

The person immediately agreed, shrinking away.

Only after Ethan Pond left, did the space regain normal air circulation.

Someone glared at Ethan Pond’s back, gritting their teeth disdainfully and muttered, "Just a lapdog of Daisy Ginger, and he dares to be so cocky!"