Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: "Take more medicine to fix your brain!

It was night.

Royal estate.

"Miss Ginger, Miss Ginger, Mr. Stephens is really not here!"

"Miss Ginger! Please don’t go, Miss Ginger!"

"Ouch, Miss Ginger!"

A group of people crowded around a young woman in the hotel corridor, trying to stop her from advancing.

Daisy Ginger showed no expression, ignoring her surroundings as she strode forward.

—Not even a dozen security guards could stop her aggressive intrusion.

"Bang!"

The private room door was kicked open, and the bright lights inside shone on the woman at the entrance. The club manager on duty looked worried at the door, his face wrinkled like a pickled cucumber.

Working for over ten years, his career was in jeopardy; he might get fired tonight.

At the entrance, only the music was quietly flowing.

Inside the room, everyone fell silent.

women companions singing along in front of the TV wall looked at the pretty woman standing at the door in

Who is she?

She...

How dare she?!!

with her long, slender legs, making her way to the center sofa, arms crossed, nodding her chin towards the woman sitting next to

"Move."

so arrogant it was

the sofa, still in the same

what more she could

clinging to Edward’s arm, and provocatively looked at Daisy Ginger:

causing her to scream in fright. Seeing Daisy Ginger in front of her exuding hostility with narrowed eyes, she didn’t dare say another word

to Edward, crossed her legs, lit a cigarette, and threw a medicine box

often took; a cold glint

displeasure in his tone, Daisy arched her slender brow, turned her head, and blew smoke towards him. Propping her face with one hand, she smiled provocatively: "Listen to yourself. You’re going to marry me, what difference does it make

eyes, scrutinizing the

Daisy Ginger was not unattractive; in

point

smiling ruby lips, if it weren’t for the

Unfortunately—

leaned closer to her face—"Daisy Ginger, can you stop

her heart.

nor will I marry you. To be honest, even if every woman in the world died, I wouldn’t look at

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