The Big Shot’s Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy - Chapter 361

Chapter 361: Chapter 329 Like Me _3

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Kevin Clark raised an eyebrow. Just now he was so anxious that he wished he could fly over, but now he’s stubborn about it.

Gael Easton:

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Charles Amos sneered but continued to watch her.

After a few seconds, Daisy Zane took him from Wilton Edwards’ arms and held him. Only then did she realize that Charles was still trembling slightly. “What are you afraid of?”

Charles hugged her neck, his face buried in her shoulder, and it took him a while to say, “It’s him. He wants to take me away.”

Hearing him speak, Wilton let out a sigh of relief. From just now until now, Charles hadn’t said a single word.

Hearing Charles’s words, Daisy looked at Wilton.

Wilton nodded, “Fortunately, Mr. Easton discovered it in time, otherwise Young Master might have been taken away.”

Daisy looked at Gael Easton again.

Gael Easton turned his face away proudly, thinking: Just say thank you, and I will not end the friendship with you.

As a result Daisy ignored him and sat directly on the sofa.

Gael Easton waited for two seconds, then another two seconds, but still didn’t hear her speak. So he looked at her and said, “Stinky girl ”

Daisy didn’t even look at him, “Shut up.”

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Gael Easton:

Kevin Clark raised the corner of his mouth, sat next to Daisy, and rubbed Charles’s head.

Gael Easton could feel Kevin’s smugness and showing off.

This man

“Do you know who it is?” Daisy asked.

“They know me,” Wilton said, “But as for who it is specifically, I don’t know.”

There were too many people who knew Wilton, and it was impossible for him to remember everyone’s voice.

Gael sat on the single sofa across from Kevin, tapping his leg, and casually said, “It’s a small matter. Just thwart them once more. I’m very familiar with this sort of thing.”

Kevin looked up at him.

Their gazes met in mid-air, and the smell of gunpowder instantly filled the entire living room.

Gael was secretly delighted, finally regaining some ground.

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Hehe, that’s right, we fought side by side many years ago.

When she left Continent A, I contributed a lot.

What can a newcomer like you do?

Kevin looked at him for a moment, then said, “Indeed, it’s not a big deal. But Mr. Easton, since you can’t even manage your own affairs, do you still have the energy to intervene in other matters? Just let me handle the little girl’s affairs, and you should worry about yourself.”

Gael Easton, who always spoke directly, met his match in someone as sarcastic as Kevin, whose sarcastic remarks hit him where it hurt.

“I don’t want to go back,” Charles suddenly whispered.

“Even if you want to, it’s impossible,” Daisy said coldly.

Wilton said, “We caught a few people, but they were all unfamiliar faces. I doubt we could find anything useful from them. And they accurately found Young Master’s room.”

Daisy Zane was silent for a while, then said, “Let’s move to another place.”

This place had probably been thoroughly investigated, so no matter how much they strengthened their defenses, it would still be dangerous.

“Let’s go to Clark Manor,” Kevin said.

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Everyone looked at Kevin Clark.

Kevin looked at Daisy and said, “It’s the safest place.”

No place could possibly be impregnable, and even if there were guards, there would still be risks if someone was intent on causing trouble or launching a desperate attack.

Even Kevin’s Rose Villa would have the same risks.

But Clark Manor was different.

Clark Manor was impregnable. No one could infiltrate it from the outside, and it wouldn’t succumb to a powerful assault.

Unless there was a traitor inside the house.

But the chances of Clark Manor harboring a traitor were practically zero.

“Let’s go back to the M Continent, my home is safe too,” Gael Easton said, unwilling to be outdone.

Daisy and Kevin looked at him together, and although they didn’t say anything, their brief glances seemed to say: Are you kidding?

Wilton suggested, “Let Young Master go over there. Their goal is not me, I’ll be safe wherever I am.”

Kevin was waiting for Daisy’s decision.

But Daisy said, “Everyone, go get some rest first.”

Seeing that she didn’t agree, Gael laughed out loud.

Kevin shot him a glance.

“I don’t want to sleep by myself,” Charles suddenly said.

Daisy looked down at him, eyeing his pitiful expression, and said, “Then you sleep in the living room. There are so many fish to accompany you.”

Charles pouted angrily.

Wilton wisely remained silent.

“Sleep with me,” Kevin said.

Charles looked at him without speaking.

Kevin knew exactly what was on his little mind. He stood up and directly took Charles from Daisy’s arms, “Let’s go, I’ll take you to bed.”

Charles was held by him and looked at Daisy. He struggled a bit.

But he soon calmed down.

Because Daisy’s expression clearly told him.

Either sleep with Kevin or sleep alone.

So he compromised and chose Kevin.

As they walked upstairs, they passed by Gael Easton’s room first.

Gael opened the door and said to Daisy, “Stinky girl, my bed is very big. Want to sleep together?”

Kevin stopped in his tracks and looked at him.

Gael looked back at him provocatively.

Just as Kevin was about to put Charles down and take action, Daisy took the initiative and kicked Gael back into his room and closed the door.

She had maintained world peace.

Caught off guard by the sudden kick, Gael staggered forward, his long wolf-tail hair still trailing behind him.

When Daisy closed the door, it almost caught his hair.

“You stinky girl!” Gael shouted from the room, even making a move to open the door again.

Daisy said, “If you come out, one of us has to see blood today.”

Gael fell silent, and he behaved himself.