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.

pretty woman standing at the door in knee-high boots with surprise and suspicion in their

Who is she?

She...

How dare she?!!

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

"Move."

arrogant

leaned against the sofa, still in the same posture, watching the

wanted to see what more

at him. Seeing his expression unchanged since this woman’s entrance gave her some reassurance. She smiled coquettishly, clinging to Edward’s

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

crossed her legs, lit a cigarette, and threw a medicine box onto the coffee table

familiar medicine box he often took; a cold glint flickered in his dark eyes as he asked,

smoke towards him. Propping her face with one hand, she smiled provocatively: "Listen to yourself. You’re going to marry me,

eyes, scrutinizing the face of the woman in

honestly, Daisy Ginger was not unattractive; in fact, she was

to the point

natural seductive curve at her eyes or her slightly smiling ruby lips, if it weren’t for the

Unfortunately—

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

some self-respect, will you?" His voice was cold, yet every word pierced her heart. "Seeing you makes me want

will I marry you. To be honest, even if every woman in the world died, I

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