Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 440: I’m not bad-looking, why didn’t you fancy me?

So impressive?

Daisy clicked her tongue softly.

No wonder it’s so grand, they’ve invited the entire Shelton family over.

With ten minutes left, Daisy had nothing to do, so she sat on a dining chair, chatting idly with Christopher while snacking on sunflower seeds.

Christopher used to be a special forces soldier, a serious type. Daisy would speak ten sentences, and he’d only reply once, if at all. After seven or eight minutes, footsteps and Elder Shelton’s voice were heard from outside the door.

The esteemed guest must have arrived.

Daisy swept the sunflower seed shells into the trash, sat up straight, and put on a flawless professional smile; Christopher, sitting next to her, was astonished by her quick transformation—it was as though he had never seen someone change expressions faster than flipping a book.

It wasn’t until Elder Shelton reached the doorway that Christopher got up to greet him.

"...Young Mr. Stephens is a talented youth with a promising future."

Elder Shelton’s voice came from the door as Daisy looked up, seeing Elder Shelton in a Tang suit with a cane and a well-dressed man standing beside him.

Upon hearing the words "Young Mr. Stephens," Daisy had a sense of foreboding, but seeing Edward Stephens in person still shocked her, making her stand up involuntarily.

It was Daisy’s first time seeing Elder Shelton so amiable. Dignified as a senior, he walked in with Christopher, introducing Edward: "This is my granddaughter-in-law, Daisy, she’s in the film industry. If Young Mr. Stephens has any advertising collaborations, feel free to contact her."

Edward responded coolly, looking up at Daisy, who seemed a bit stunned and dazed, with a cold gaze and a voice just as indifferent: "We’ve already met."

Elder Shelton laughed heartily, unfazed, inviting Edward to sit down, then said to Daisy, "Daisy, aren’t you going to offer a toast to Young Mr. Stephens? If it weren’t for his magnanimity, your company’s artist would still be in the detention center!"

as well, recalling their last unpleasant meeting made Daisy a

was exceptionally cold, impeccably dressed, and under the lights, his exquisite features appeared as pristine and unyielding as unmelted ice and snow,

was somewhat afraid

name, she feared nothing, using any means to achieve

would

and another for herself. She cleared her throat lightly, "Mr. Stephens, thank you for

of emotion. Daisy braced herself and drank the wine in one gulp, finally sighing in relief and quickly slipping back into her

the Banyan City underwater tunnel with Edward. Daisy kept her

"Where are you?!"

Erin and I are almost

thought Erin resembled her more, Edward was sitting right here; who’s to say he wouldn’t spot something with his keen

home! Bringing a three-year-old to a banquet

an ordinary child? Does an average three-year-old host

earnestly, "There’s a distinguished

"James, why are you standing at the door? Come in

Daisy saw the private room door open by Christopher, revealing a large and small silhouette

!!!!

the entrance to the

turned slowly, his gaze landing on

face was smeared

back from painting outdoors and hadn’t had the time to wash up. His small, rosy cheeks were a patchwork of colors, his clothes similarly filthy. Seeing Daisy,

lingered at the door. Noticing the strangers in the room, he seemed a bit nervous until Daisy glared at him, prompting

with a smile, "This

no interest in

Shelton was naturally not offended by