Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 87: Chapter 87 Unexpected Incident

Edward Stephens’ fingers paused slightly, his intuition sensing something unusual in Ian Linton’s words.

"Today is your birthday, after dinner, let’s rest early." Ian Linton’s voice was calm from start to finish, just like his usual poised demeanor, as if persuading Emily Ginger, or coaxing her, "Emily, this is the birthday gift I bought for you, a beautiful platinum necklace, do you want to try it on...?"

He hadn’t finished speaking when "Bang!" something was thrown to the ground.

Emily Ginger’s hysterical scream rang out: "What the hell kind of birthday is this! Don’t think I don’t know who that necklace is for! When did I ever like platinum necklaces? Ian Linton, you’re disgusting, you really disgust me to the point of wanting to vomit!"

The man seemed to pick up the thing on the ground and patted it. His tone was light and slow but carried a certain pressure, coming from the phone, sounding rather gloomy at this moment: "Emily, there are some things that can be said, and some things that cannot, you know that, right?"

Emily Ginger sneered: "Why can’t I say it? I’ll say whatever I want. Since you like her so much, how about I call her to confess for you? Saves you from hugging me at night and calling out her name!"

At this point, Edward Stephens understood the reason for their argument—Ian Linton seemed to have had an affair, or there was someone in his heart whom Emily Ginger could not accept.

He couldn’t be bothered to continue listening to others’ private affairs and was about to hang up when suddenly a sharp, shrill scream from Emily Ginger came through the phone, "Ah—!"

and the phone

It went completely silent over there, and

this silence brought with it

other sounds came

wasn’t very silent; there were other faint noises, like the gurgle of broken bubbles made

a deep voice:

there,

to be picked up by someone, and he heard the

the

a few seconds, the call was

Emily Ginger made no sound other than that

up from somewhere deep inside. He tightly furrowed his brows, glanced at the straight road in the distance, the sunset, and the golden coast covered in a tranquil golden light, where

up the phone and called Daisy Ginger, the phone rang for a while,