Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 87 Unexpected Incident

Edward Stephens’ fingers paused slightly, his intuition sensing something unusual in Ian Linton’s words.

"Today is your birthday, after dinner, let’s rest early." Ian Linton’s voice was calm from start to finish, just like his usual poised demeanor, as if persuading Emily Ginger, or coaxing her, "Emily, this is the birthday gift I bought for you, a beautiful platinum necklace, do you want to try it on...?"

He hadn’t finished speaking when "Bang!" something was thrown to the ground.

Emily Ginger’s hysterical scream rang out: "What the hell kind of birthday is this! Don’t think I don’t know who that necklace is for! When did I ever like platinum necklaces? Ian Linton, you’re disgusting, you really disgust me to the point of wanting to vomit!"

The man seemed to pick up the thing on the ground and patted it. His tone was light and slow but carried a certain pressure, coming from the phone, sounding rather gloomy at this moment: "Emily, there are some things that can be said, and some things that cannot, you know that, right?"

Emily Ginger sneered: "Why can’t I say it? I’ll say whatever I want. Since you like her so much, how about I call her to confess for you? Saves you from hugging me at night and calling out her name!"

At this point, Edward Stephens understood the reason for their argument—Ian Linton seemed to have had an affair, or there was someone in his heart whom Emily Ginger could not accept.

He couldn’t be bothered to continue listening to others’ private affairs and was about to hang up when suddenly a sharp, shrill scream from Emily Ginger came through the phone, "Ah—!"

His hand trembled, and the phone nearly slipped from his palm.

Emily Ginger only screamed once, and then there was no sound. It went completely silent over there, and the two seemed to have stopped arguing.

However, this silence brought with it an eerie feeling for him.

Gradually, some other sounds came through.

It wasn’t very silent; there were other faint noises, like the gurgle of broken bubbles made by a drowning person...

Edward Stephens finally spoke in a deep voice: "Ian Linton, what are you doing?"

There was a moment of silence over there, then footsteps could be heard coming over.

The phone seemed to be picked up by someone, and he heard the sound of someone breathing close by.

Someone was peering down at the phone on Emily Ginger’s side.

After a few seconds, the call was suddenly disconnected.

Throughout, Emily Ginger made no sound other than that one scream.

Staring at the darkened phone screen, Edward Stephens felt a chill creep up from somewhere deep inside. He tightly furrowed his brows, glanced at the straight road in the distance, the sunset, and the golden coast covered in a tranquil golden light, where waves surged up and down.

He picked up the phone and called Daisy Ginger, the phone rang for a while, but no one answered.

Daisy Ginger was probably already at Goldsand Beach, but the signal was poor over there at night, so she might not receive his call.

With a serious expression, he sent her a text message.

[Daisy, your sister may have had an accident. I have to go back. Wait for me on the beach, I’ll be back soon.]

After sending it, he thought for a moment and sent another message.

[Please reply if you receive this.]

Glancing at the pink gift box on the passenger seat, Edward Stephens lightly furrowed his brow but still turned the steering wheel to head back the same way.

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