"..."
"Confiscated." Edward Stephens turned off the smartphone right in front of Daisy Ginger and inevitably slipped it into his own coat pocket.
"Hey, you..." Daisy Ginger watched his actions, panicked, and couldn't help but reach out to grab it, only to have her wrist caught and pulled by the man.
Now, Daisy Ginger found herself in a predicament—neither able to break away nor stay put—feeling somewhat annoyed, she looked up at Edward Stephens. He was gazing straight ahead, leading her forward, speaking in a casual tone, "Like what you see?"
"Hideous."
Edward Stephens smirked slightly, glanced at her, "Then why do you like it so much?"
"..." Narcissist.
With her phone confiscated, Daisy Ginger had no choice but to put aside replying to messages and resignedly let the man hold her hand and lead her to the car.
Edward Stephens placed a bunch of miscellaneous items he was carrying on the backseat, then got into the driver's seat and set up the navigation.