The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy-Chapter 94 - 92: Crazy Criticism

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Chapter 94: Chapter 92: Crazy Criticism

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Perhaps hearing the commotion outside, the people inside the room came out.

Two men, both wearing bathrobes and with wet hair, seemed to have just taken a shower.

ā€œWho are you?ā€ one of them asked.

No one answered him.

Another man asked: ā€œWhat do you want!ā€

Still no one answered him.

ā€œYou break into someone elseā€™s room, leave now, or Iā€™ll call the police!ā€

Kevin Clark furrowed his brow and glanced at the bodyguard behind him. The bodyguard nodded, walked over, and quickly subdued the two men on the ground.

Then he taped their mouths shut.

Throughout the whole process, Kevinā€™s eyes never looked towards the two men, only watching Daisy Zaneā€™s back from a distance of two meters.

Not only did Daisy not look in their direction, but she also didnā€™t even seem to hear them.

She just stood in place, staring at the young woman.

Gradually, the scene before her eyes overlapped with the images that appeared in her dreams.

Both were used as 319 victims, both experienced the same fate. The figure in front of her lay desolate on the sofa, while the figure in her dream died right before her eyes.

In the dream, the personā€™s carotid artery was cut open, blood flowing all over the ground from the deep wound. Even after her body was lifeless, those bastards didnā€™t leave her alone.

Until she returned, her eyes never closed.

Daisy walked step by step to the sofa, picked up the blanket on the floor, squatted in front of the sofa, and wrapped the girl in it.

She also felt for the girlā€™s neck pulse, feeling it beating. She withdrew her hand and looked down at her.

If she had returned a bit earlier that day, or if she had been as strong as the person before her, or perhaps if she had been softer inside and not so stubborn, maybe there would be someone with her now.

Daisy touched the pendant inside her clothes, and after a moment, she stood up and walked directly toward the two men.

As she approached, she leaned down and her right hand gripped one manā€™s neck, lifting him up. She quickly walked a few steps and slammed him against the wall.

A loud thud sounded as if the manā€™s organs had been displaced.

The bodyguards who followed her inside stared blankly at this woman.

Not only was she fast and strong,

but her body also emitted a bloodthirsty killing aura, a chilling sensation that made people feel horrified and submissive.

ā€œYou motherfuckerā€¦ you really deserve to die.ā€ Daisyā€™s voice was very soft and cold, devoid of any warmth. It fell on the ears of others like a homicidal maniac, a mad killer, ā€œWhy canā€™t you just die cleanly?ā€

The bodyguard in the room, hearing her words, felt a shudder in their hearts.

Kevin watched her from a distance and felt her anger, hatred, murderous intent, and even madness.

He didnā€™t know what a person had to go through to become so extreme.

Daisyā€™s hand kept tightening, clearly intending to kill him.

The manā€™s mouth was taped shut, and he could only make whining noises, accompanied by moans from his nostrils.

However, gradually, the sound grew quieter, and his face turned purple.

ā€œThir-Third Masterā€¦ā€ the bodyguard whispered to Kevin.

Kevinā€™s eyelashes quivered as he walked to Daisyā€™s side: ā€œLuciaā€¦ā€

Daisy neither responded nor looked at him. Instead, she added more force to her grip. The man, who had been struggling to hold Daisyā€™s arm, suddenly let it drop.

Kevin reached out and placed his hand on hers, speaking softly: ā€œLucia, itā€™s enough. If you donā€™t let go, heā€™s really going to die.ā€

Daisy turned her head and looked at Kevin. In the instant she looked up, a tear fell from her right eye, landing directly on the ground.

It was as if the tear fell onto Kevinā€™s heart, piercing him painfully.

His lips moved slightly, swallowing the dryness in his throat, but he couldnā€™t find the words to say.

Daisyā€™s eyes were red, a sinister red. Fierce and containing an indescribable aura of death.

ā€œDoesnā€™t he deserve to die? Canā€™t I let him die?ā€

Now, Daisy Zane seemed to be a lunatic. She tore off her usual disguise, revealing the demon hidden beneath her facade.

ā€œDamn it, but dying like this would be too easy for him,ā€ Kevin Clark said softly.

Daisy Zane stared at Kevin Clark.

ā€œThere are still many things to ask him. 319 is the source; our goal is to destroy it,ā€ Kevin said, ā€œAs for the scum, weā€™ll deal with them slowly.ā€

It seemed that Daisy Zane took his words to heart, slowly lowering her eyes and then releasing the person she was pinching in her hand.

There was a muffled thud as the man fell to the ground. At first, there was no movement, but slowly his whole body began to convulse.

A bodyguard immediately came over, tearing off the tape covering his mouth and allowing him to breathe slowly.

Daisy Zane looked down, glancing at the man on the floor, wiped her right hand twice, and then turned to walk towards the girl on the sofa. f(r)eewebn(o)vel.com

ā€œEveryone out.ā€

The bodyguards looked at Kevin Clark.

Kevin gestured for them to leave, and once they had all left, he opened the living room window a bit and then stepped outside as well.

ā€œThird Masterā€¦ this personā€¦ should we send him to the hospital?ā€ The bodyguard asked.

ā€œIsnā€™t he still alive?ā€ Kevinā€™s voice became harsher, ā€œSend them all in, interrogate them one by one.ā€ā€Yes.ā€

ā€œHow is the surveillance check going?ā€ Kevin pressed his brow, his thoughts all on Daisy Zane.

ā€œWe did a double-speed check and found no evidence of them interacting with others at the hotel,ā€ said the bodyguard, ā€œWe are now looking into the details more closely.ā€

Upon hearing this, Kevin took out his cellphone and scrolled through his call records, locating Felix Bakerā€™s mobile number and called him.

As soon as the call connected, the person on the other end spoke first, ā€œAre you alright?ā€

ā€œThis is Kevin Clark.ā€

ā€œAh, Third Master. Thatā€¦smallā€¦no, Zhangā€¦ Tangā€¦ā€ Felix suddenly felt awkward with any form of address and finally went straight to the point, ā€œWhat about her?ā€

ā€œSheā€™s fine,ā€ Kevin said, ā€œOnce the matter is settled, you can do as you please at the conference hall.ā€

Having said that, Kevin didnā€™t want to elaborate further and hung up the phone. Then, he informed Phoebe Turner about it.

Once all arrangements were made, Kevin instructed everyone to leave and stood guard outside the room himself. He also had someone bring clean clothes and sent them into the room.

Considering both the girlā€™s mental and physical state, Kevin thought they would come out shortly.

However, it was over three hours before he heard the door open.

The girl seemed to have taken a shower, changed into clean clothes, and combed her hair.

Only her eyes seemed somewhat hollow and blank.

Daisy Zane, on the other hand, had returned to her usual state, just a bit colder than before.

ā€œHave someone take her to the hospital.ā€

ā€œOkay.ā€

Kevin immediately called someone upstairs, including a female whom he specifically sought out for the task.

They took the girl away.

After a few steps, the girl suddenly turned back to look at Daisy Zane, her previously empty eyes now filled with tears, ā€œIs there really hope for me? Can I really be cured?ā€

ā€œYes.ā€

The word from Daisy Zane was cold but resolute.

Kevin glanced at her and could sense that she wasnā€™t just comforting the girl, but making a promise.

ā€œAlright, Iā€™ll cooperate with the treatment. Thank you.ā€

Daisy Zane gave a slight nod, watching them leave.

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