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Taking advantage of the guards‘ momentary lapse, Samuel made his escape.
He had already transferred most of his wealth abroad. Once he crossed the border, he was certain he could live in luxury and safety.
But as his car reached the overpass, a truck barreled out of control, smashing directly into his vehicle.
The impact was fatal and Samuel was gone in an instant. The very place where his life ended was the same as five years ago when he had been in that fateful crash.
“Did you say Heather’s missing and Samuel died in a car accident?”
Daisy looked at Gordon, the news hanging heavily in the air.
Gordon nodded solemnly. “It seems Desmond did it. The police are investigating.
Daisy’s emotions shifted. She sat in silence for a moment, then let out a deep sigh.
With them gone, the past was nothing more than smoke drifting in the wind. Her gaze drifted back to the book before her
After taking control of her parents‘ shares, Daisy became the largest shareholder of the Johnson Group and the most influential decision–maker.
But while business was her new realm, Daisy’s true expertise lay in medicine, not in corporate strategy. With Samuel removed from his position, she brought in a professional management team to handle the company’s day–to–day operations.
Gordon noticed that Daisy seemed unfazed by the shift in power, so he chose not to press the issue any further. Instead, he placed a bowl of oatmeal on her desk. “Daisy, eat something before you get back to work.”
Daisy had just undergone facial reconstruction surgery and her diet had to remain simple. The oatmeal was perfectly suited to her needs.
She murmured her thanks, her hands wrapping around the bowl as she took slow, careful sips.
A knock at the door interrupted the moment. “Young Madam, Mr. Thomas is here to see you. He’s waiting outside
Daisy froze, her hand hovering over the spoon, unwilling to bring it to her lips. “I don’t want to see him.” Outside, Desmond glanced at the servant, his voice soft yet laden with expectation. “She doesn’t want to see
me?”
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The servant shook his head, “No.”
A shadow flickered across Desmond’s face before he smoothed it over with a calm, almost gentle expression.
“It’s fine. I’ll wait for her.”
On the first day, he was turned away.
On the second day, the door remained closed.
By the third, with hunger gnawing at him and exhaustion weighing heavy on his bones, Daisy finally emerged from the Davis Family’s gates, her face an emotionless mask
Daisy. His lips barely parted, the name slipping out like a whisper.
She walked toward him, her pace steady, her eyes empty of the love or hate he once craved. She had perfected indifference.
“What is it?” she asked, her tone colder than the winds at his back.
Desmond reached for her hand, but she withdrew it, her action as sharp as a slap.
He had no choice but to speak, his voice barely a whisper. “Daisy, I’ve made Heather and your
price.”
her pay the
“I’m sorry,” he continued, his words tumbling out. “I was blind before, couldn’t see Heather’s true face. I was wrong I know that now”
“Could… could you give me another chance?”
Desmond had never begged anyone, but in that moment, he would have done anything, even knelt before her, if it meant Daisy would give him a second chance.
But in Daisy’s eyes, there was no flicker, no spark of recognition. She looked at him, her face unchanged, her tone flat. “I’ve already given you many chances
“This is the last one,” Desmond said quickly, his voice strained.
Daisy shook her head, her gaze piercing as it met his. She looked at the boy she had once loved, the boy she had grown up with, now nothing more than a stranger
“Desmond, the day you chose Heather over me, I made my decision. I gave up on you then. It’s you who’s been
deluded all along.”
The panic overwhelmed him, stealing his breath. The calm, controlled man was gone. In his place was a broken shell, his eyes bloodshot, desperate. “But Daisy, I love you.
His voice cracked. “I never thought of giving up on you.”
“Really?” Daisy’s bitter laugh echoed through the silence. “If you truly loved me, how could you have abandoned
me time and time again?”
