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 cfrom 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 tseeing 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!"

Unexpectedly, Elder Shelton invited Edward Stephens as well, recalling their last unpleasant meeting made Daisy

a bit anxious.

She glanced at Edward, seated next to Elder Shelton. Not sparing her a look, his aura was exceptionally cold,

impeccably dressed, and under the lights, his exquisite features appeared as pristine and unyielding as unmelted

ice and snow, intimidating those who gazed upon them.

Daisy was somewhat afraid of him.

Four years ago, with nothing to her name, she feared nothing, using any means to achieve her goals. But four

years later, she had little Erin.

She feared Edward's presence would shatter her current peaceful life.

Studying his cold and abstinent demeanor, Daisy cautiously stood up, walked over, poured a glass of red wine for

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

Daisy, toast this to you."

The man’s expression remained indifferent, without a trace of emotion. Daisy braced herself and drank the wine

in one gulp, finally sighing in relief and quickly slipping back into her seat.

Meanwhile, Elder Shelton began discussing the Banyan City underwater tunnel with Edward. Daisy kept her head

down, hastily texting James Shelton.

"Where are you?!"

"Right at the entrance! Little Erin and | are almost there!"

Daisy's head throbbed. Although she thought Erin resembled her more, Edward was sitting right here; who's to

say he wouldn't spot something with his keen eye!

"Don’t cin! Send Erin home! Bringing a three-year-old to a banquet is unheard of!"

"..." James felt a bit wronged. Is your three-year-old an ordinary child? Does an average three-year-old host art

exhibitions?

Daisy pleaded earnestly, "There's a distinguished guest today, you..."

Before Daisy could finish typing, Elder Shelton’s voice cthrough, "James, why are you standing at the door?

Cin quickly."

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

the entrance.

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Was this the entrance to the restaurant's private room?!

Edward turned slowly, his gaze landing on James and little Erin.

Erin's face was smeared with paint.

He had just gotten back from painting outdoors and hadn’t had the tto wash up. His small, rosy cheeks were

a patchwork of colors, his clothes similarly filthy. Seeing Daisy, he immediately ran away from James's side,

spreading his arms to have Daisy carry him.

Daisy hurriedly embraced Erin, heart pounding, while James awkwardly lingered at the door. Noticing the

strangers in the room, he seemed a bit nervous until Daisy glared at him, prompting him to sit beside her.

Elder Shelton introduced with a smile, "This is my grandson, James, and..."

Edward interrupted him impassively as if he had no interest in James or Erin, "Let's continue discussing the

underwater tunnel."

Experienced and well-versed, Elder Shelton was naturally not offended by Edward's small lack of courtesy.

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detailed discussion on the

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investment. Seeing Edward's

non-reaction to Eel dralien

Sloane ckled wryly—for

only someone with something to hide

would fear Edward seeing Erin and

recognizing something. In reality,

nobody in the world, just from seeing

a kid who resembled them slightly on

the street, would assit was their

child—that would be too narcissistic!

Seated next to her, James was eating and drinking, whispering to Daisy, "Who is that guy? He's quite good-

looking."

Holding Erin and feeding him a drink, Daisy didn’t bother wiping the paint from his face. Hearing James's

question, she asked nonchalantly, "What do you think of that guy?"

James was baffled.

"What do you mean? You got a crush on him or something? No way, I'm not bad-looking either, why not fancy

me, I'm quite decent too..."

"Shut up." Daisy couldn't help rolling her eyes, snapping at him.

Talking to this blockhead is exhausting.

James felt even more wronged, pouting, "You always scold me..."

Amidst his grievance, James suddenly shivered, instinctively looking at the man opposite him, only to find that

man staring right at him.

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The man’s gaze was frightening,

chilling James to the bone with a

mere glance. Just ag games of

apxiously fdndered how he might

have offended the man, the man

casually withdrew his gaze, as if he

had just looked at James incidentally.

After calming his pounding heart, James put on the plastic gloves Daisy handed him and began peeling shrimp

for Daisy and Erin.

Erin inherited Daisy's genes and, like her, enjoyed seafood very much.

But as he peeled, James again felt that icy chill piercing from across the room, this tcarrying a slight hint of

menace.

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