Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 92 Blacklist

The rain was getting heavier.

Finally, it drenched her completely.

The surroundings dimmed, and the warm yellow fairy lights around the tent seemed unable to resist the gloomy weather, emitting a weak, dim glow.

The steak delivered early had already gone cold, and the cake was sitting on the small table, with the edges of the cream starting to melt.

Messy, it looked like a joke.

Daisy Ginger lifted her face from her knees, her entire body soaked as she entered the tent, took out a car key from inside, and turned to walk toward the car parked by the shore.

*

When Edward Stephens’s car arrived at Goldsand Beach, it was already 12:30.

In front of the car lights, a dark tent was set up by the coast. He opened the car door, got out in the rain, and walked toward the tent.

Inside the tent, the bouquet of roses was still intact, but the cream cake was drenched by the rain, and its delicate frosting had completely melted. Under the dim light, the small yellow bulbs were still flickering, adding a touch of loneliness amidst the sound of the waves.

He wiped the rain from his face, stood at the tent’s entrance for a while, then turned his head to look at the nearby highway.

Daisy Ginger’s silver SMW was gone, and her bag was also not in the tent.

He looked down at his phone, and there was no signal here.

He stood there, letting out a slight sigh.

*

a.m.

Nightclub.

Ethan Pond handed a freshly mixed cocktail to a customer in front of him against the backdrop of deafening music, feeling his phone, kept close to his body, vibrate a few times.

He had customized Daisy Ginger’s ringtone to be different from others, and sensing the vibration, he quickly took out his phone, glanced at the screen, his arrogant eyebrows narrowing slightly for a moment, then with a stern face, he sprang out from behind the bar and walked quickly towards the door.

"Ethan!"

Zoe Hilker, who had just delivered drinks to a customer, saw his back and, somewhat confused, instinctively chased after him, grabbing Ethan Pond’s tattoo-covered arm, complaining, "Where are you going? It’s not closing time yet!"

Ethan halted his steps, his handsome face full of coldness. Zoe Hilker was so startled by his murderous expression that she let go of her hand, only to hear Ethan say, "Daisy Ginger is now at my doorstep. I have to go back."

"She..." Zoe Hilker’s eyes, adorned with sequins, slowly widened, and a moment of incredulity flooded her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Ethan dashed out into the rain, while Zoe Hilker stood in a daze for a moment before immediately chasing after him, "Ethan, I’m coming with you!"

Five minutes later, a black modified motorcycle shot out of the bar’s parking garage, speeding back with incredible velocity.

*

Daisy Ginger sat on the steps at Ethan Pond’s doorstep, hugging her legs, watching the continuous rain in the sky.

Her mind was unusually empty, all those financial reports and data were flushed out of her brain, and she had no thoughts at all.

The phone began to buzz and vibrate, she glanced down at it, pressed to decline the call, then swiped the screen, opened the contacts, and added that number to the blacklist.

After doing all this, she put the phone aside, hugged her legs again, and continued sitting on the steps, looking up at the drizzling rain above her head.

Edward Stephens sat in the car, looked at the rejected call on his phone, sighed lightly, and had no choice but to dial her again.

This time, it was directly: "The number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Edward Stephens knew that his number had been added to Daisy Ginger’s blacklist.