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Since Daisy Zane had finished cleaning up her place, she naturally wouldnât be staying at Kevin Clarkâs place anymore.
So after dinner, she brought her suitcase and computer over.
Kevin Clark moved back into the master bedroom.
When returning to the bedroom from the study that night, Kevin Clark stood by the bed for a long time after taking a shower.
In the end, he didnât change the sheets and duvet cover and lay down directly. But he, who had always had good sleep quality, suffered from insomnia that night on that bed.
Daisy Zane had used his shower gel and wore his clothes when she showered at his place. The smell of her skincare products was very faint.
But he inexplicably smelled a scent that was like falling snow.
His mind was full of Daisy Zane, and for a moment, he wanted to knock on the door next door.
He stayed awake until around 3 0âclock before falling asleep.
Before falling asleep, a thought floated through his mind: Kevin Clark, after so many years of being an ascetic, you finally have a day like this.
The next morning, when Daisy Zane woke up and saw Kevin Clarkâs message, she replied, telling him that she was awake.
Then, twenty minutes later, just after she finished washing up, Kevin Clark came with breakfast, ringing her doorbell.
Opening the door, Daisy Zane looked at his red eyes and asked, âDidnât sleep well last night?â
âIt was pretty good.â Kevin Clark changed his shoes and thought, just thinking about you kept me awake at the beginning, and then kept dreaming about you after falling asleep.
So it was pretty good indeed.
Breakfast was placed on the table, and Kevin Clark said, âI wanted to wake up early and cook some porridge, but I got up late.â
Daisy Zane ate a small dumpling: âTastes good.â
When they were almost done eating, Kevin Clark said, âI have to return to the Imperial Capital later. Do you want to play in the Imperial Capital for a few days?â
Daisy Zane paused her soup-drinking: âNo.â
âItâs fine, youâre going to start working again in a few days, so rest well these days.â Kevin Clark said, âIf you have anything to do, find Michael Jackson.â
âOkay.â
After breakfast, Kevin Clark left.
On the way to the airport, he received a phone call. When he saw the words âWilliam Laneâ on the caller ID, Kevin Clark raised his eyebrows.
He answered the phone without any greeting and directly said, âYou seem quite free today.â
The person on the other end of the phone laughed, and without any pleasantries, asked directly, âAre you in the Imperial Capital?â
âOn my way back, whatâs up?
William Lane: âCan you make it by noon? Letâs have lunch together?â
âHuh? Youâre back in the Imperial Capital?â Kevin Clark was a bit surprised. This person spent about 360 days out of a year not in the country.
âYeah.â William Lane sighed, and then spoke somewhat helplessly, âMy sister is skipping school and getting into fights, and my dad is accompanying my mom on her tour, so⦠I came back to catch her.â
Kevin Clark laughed.
âThis is already her third year in Senior Three.â William Lane sounded powerless, âShe already caught up in terms of grade skipping, and now she doesnât want to study.â
âThe thoughts of young girls are always hard to guess.â
âI mustâve done something to wrong her in my past life.â William Lane said,
âLetâs not talk about it, Iâll see you at noon at the usual place.â
âOkay.â
Since he had an appointment, Kevin Clark went straight to the Doomsday Hotel after getting off the plane in the Imperial Capital.
If you say that the Doomsday Hotel in Truro City is luxurious, then the Doomsday Hotel in the Imperial Capital can rush up to the 36th Heaven in terms of extravagance.
Its area is equivalent to two of those in Truro City.
Kevin Clark got out of his car in front of the Doomsday Hotel, and while standing at the entrance, he chatted with Daisy Zane for a bit because his cell phone had alerted him to a message.
When he wanted to enter the hotel, he had just turned around when a little child bumped into him.
The childâs head bumped into his thigh, making the child grunt with pain.
âAre you okay?â Kevin Clark bent down to lift the little head up and check the childâs forehead.
The child was very beautiful, with slightly yellowish curly hair that reached his shoulders. It was combed into an apple hairstyle.
His skin was very white, and his little chubby face had a pair of large eyes that took up almost half of his face. And the eyelashes were a bit excessively long, blinking constantly.
He looked like a little girl, but his outfit was more like that of a boy. Considering his height, he should be around four or five years old.
âDoes it still hurt?â Kevin Clark asked again.
The child kept looking up at him with big, watery eyes. After a while, he shook his head.
âWhereâs your family?â Kevin Clark looked around, but there was no one nearby.
The child didnât say anything and shook his head again. âDo you have any contact information for your family?â
The child shook his head.
âDo you know your home address?â
The child shook his head again, and this time, he grabbed Kevin Clarkâs sleeve after shaking.
Kevin Clark was looking at the silent child and was considering whether to call the police when William Laneâs voice came from behind.
âYo, Third Master. Itâs been so long since we met, and you already have a child this big?â
Kevin Clark glanced at him, âGo check your familyâs surveillance to see whose child this is.â
William Lane smiled, âCome on, let me have a look. Wow, so beautiful! Looks just like you when you were young.â
When Kevin Clark was younger, he was very beautiful and looked like a young lady.
At that time, when William Lane first saw him, he called him âsisterâ repeatedly. In the end, they had a fight.
William Lane was seven and Kevin Clark was six that year.
When the adults separated the two children, Kevin Clarkâs nose was bleeding, William Laneâs eye was swollen, and there was also blood on his forehead.
Kevin Clark didnât say anything more to him.
Seeing his expressionless face, William Lane felt a faint pain in his forehead: âIâll go check the surveillance.â
âYoung Master, how could you come out by yourself? Thankfully, I found you.â An over-fifty-year-old man ran out of the hotel before William Lane even went to check the surveillance. He squatted down beside the child, carefully examining him, and sighed in relief after seeing that he was fine.
âThank you both for the trouble. Thank you, thank you.â
Kevin Clark slightly nodded.
âYoung Master, letâs go home.â
The man spoke, and the child hesitated a little before letting go of Kevin Clarkâs sleeve and hugged the manâs neck.
The man held the child in his arms, slightly bowed to Kevin Clark and his companion, and left.
âYoung Master, you mustnât run around like this again. You scared me to death.â The man said while walking, âAnd in the future, donât get so close to strangers. Today you met kind people, but what if you meet bad ones? The young master would be taken away.â
The child rested on his shoulder, looking back at Kevin Clark entering the hotel. Then he whispered softly, âHe smells like something Mommy likes.â
âWhat?â The man didnât hear clearly and asked again.
But the child did not want to speak again.
After lunch, Daisy Zane went to the storage room and took out a drawing board.
She sat in front of the French window, holding a paintbrush, aimlessly sketching while contemplating the theme for her design draft.
But after thinking for two hours, she still couldnât decide. Instead, she received a call from Emily.
âSister Emily.â
âDaisy, do you have time? I found you an assistant; come to the company to meet her. By the way, talk about the follow-up work.â
âOkay.â
After hanging up, Daisy Zane went out.
When she tried to call a car outside the Everlasting Palace, Liam Davis stopped his car in front of her, âLady Zane, where are you going? Let me give you a ride.â
Without a doubt, Johanes Miles must have told him the address.
Daisy Zane stepped back and continued trying to call a car.
But⦠no one accepted the order.
âLetâs go, I donât have anything to do either.â
Daisy Zane still ignored him and waited for someone to accept her ride request. But after a minute, no one accepted, and she started to think about going back to drive her own car.
âLady Zane, just get in the car. I wonât charge you, and I wonât do anything.â Davis said, âJust think of it as hitching a ride.â
Daisy Zane waited another minute, but no one accepted her order, and Davis didnât leave.
She took a step forward, opened the back door, and sat down: âMaple Elite Entertainment.â
David Davis turned his head and looked at her with a smile, âI said itâs a free ride, and you really treat me like a driver, huh?â
Daisy Zane turned her head, meeting his gaze. She took out 100 USD from her pocket and placed it on the armrest box in the middle, saying, âCar fare.
Remember to give me back 50 later..â