Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: If You Want to Live, Marry Me

In the Ginger Residence’s hall, a group sat stiffly upright.

"I can save him, but he must break off the engagement with Emily Ginger."

When Daisy Ginger’s vivid fingers pointed at her, Emily Ginger’s face immediately turned green.

"Daisy," Emily was almost crazy with rage, "What nonsense are you spouting?!"

"I haven’t finished speaking." Daisy gave her a sidelong glance and languidly uttered a few more words, "Break off the engagement with Emily, and then marry me!"

The last two words were spoken with such decisiveness that the entire hall fell silent.

The servants in the hall exchanged glances towards the woman sitting in the middle of the living room, unable to hide a hint of disdain—

With her future brother-in-law gravely ill, Daisy Ginger, Emily’s half-sister, proposed such a brazen demand.

This is just taking advantage of the situation.

the civil affairs bureau with me, I can accompany him to the hospital right now." After speaking, Daisy leisurely crossed her legs, leaned back in the armchair with her arms

declaration. The servants

Stephens family would agree to any demands to save their only heir, panicked, and

unsure, patted her daughter’s hand to comfort her, urgently looked towards Lady Stephens, and

no hint of emotion, and when she met Abigail Perry’s gaze, she just smiled, turning

she was giving her son the choice, not rejecting it outright showed her

eyes to meet Daisy’s gaze from her chair. After a moment, he looked away, let out a low chuckle,

Emily felt a wave of relief, then ran over miserably, holding Edward’s arm,

let out a faint "hmm" then shot a cold glance at Daisy sitting

words expressed his disgust towards Daisy with blatant

face in the room and turned around, pulling Emily away

departing back with a blank expression, and after they left, she

......

hands and sighing, turning her head, yet speaking

a bit bothered" expression, smiling at Lady Stephens,

tender and charming, even her tone was sweet, speaking with a family-like familiarity: "Ah, indeed,

green—Lady Stephens, is it really okay for you to be so changeable at the drop of