Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 92: Chapter 92 Blacklist

The rain was getting heavier.

Finally, it drenched her completely.

The surroundings dimmed, and the warm yellow fairy lights around the tent seemed unable to resist the gloomy weather, emitting a weak, dim glow.

The steak delivered early had already gone cold, and the cake was sitting on the small table, with the edges of the cream starting to melt.

Messy, it looked like a joke.

Daisy Ginger lifted her face from her knees, her entire body soaked as she entered the tent, took out a car key from inside, and turned to walk toward the car parked by the shore.

*

When Edward Stephens’s car arrived at Goldsand Beach, it was already 12:30.

In front of the car lights, a dark tent was set up by the coast. He opened the car door, got out in the rain, and walked toward the tent.

bouquet of roses was still intact, but the cream cake was drenched by the rain, and its delicate frosting had completely melted. Under the dim light, the small yellow bulbs were still flickering, adding a touch

for a while, then turned his head to look at the nearby

was gone, and her bag was also not in

phone, and

there, letting out a slight

*

a.m.

Nightclub.

mixed cocktail to a customer in front of him against the

from others, and sensing the vibration, he quickly took out his phone, glanced at the screen, his arrogant

"Ethan!"

drinks to a customer, saw his back and, somewhat confused, instinctively chased after him, grabbing Ethan Pond’s tattoo-covered arm, complaining, "Where are you going? It’s

expression that she let go of her

Hilker’s eyes, adorned with sequins, slowly widened, and a moment of incredulity

daze for a moment before immediately chasing after him, "Ethan, I’m