The crew-cut guy choked on his cigarette, coughed for a while, and then looked at Daisy Ginger incredulously before pulling out his phone to call Edward Stephens.
The man on the other end said something, and the crew-cut guy hung up the phone with a smile and said to Daisy Ginger, "Miss Ginger, Mr. Edward wants me to take you over to him. Please, this way."
Daisy Ginger pursed her lips in annoyance. She wanted to go out on her own and didn't really want anyone tagging along.
But the situation was not in her favor, and if she didn't comply, she might not even have a chance to get out for some fresh air.
Daisy Ginger stepped out of the small inn and immediately saw Edward Stephens leaning against a utility pole by the entrance, smoking.
The dusty little countryside town was dimly lit, even the streetlights weren't as bright as in the city, yet him standing there was like a light source, tinting the whole town's shadows with a photo-like quality, stunning and eye-catching.
