Going to teach Edward Stephens a lesson?
Daisy Ginger paused for just a moment, then yawned and waved her hand at Zoe Hilker: "I'm going to sleep."
She didn't take this matter too seriously, after all, she didn't even know where the scoundrel Edward Stephens was right now, and it was unlikely that Ethan Pond would find him before she did, right?
After showering, she lay in the guest room at Ethan Pond's house; it was already past five by then.
Her nerves, which had been tense for too long, suddenly relaxed. Daisy Ginger closed her eyes, and in the warm and soft bed, she fell asleep quickly.
She didn't know how long she slept—perhaps only a short while—before she was woken by the phone placed beside the bed.
Her sleep was restless, and upon waking, nerves were twitching on her forehead, and the sharp ringtone caused a ringing in her ears.
Daisy Ginger irritatedly groped in the dark under the pillow to retrieve her phone and glanced at the caller ID.
