The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

Chapter 346: 321: Not Much Time Left for Pre-Marriage Life

And because of the recording, wine was poured into the glass next to Daisy, but she didn’t drink for fear of having alcohol on her breath.

Today was the Celestial Pivot Assessment, so everyone eventually led the conversation to that topic.

Kevin Clark picked out the fish bones for Daisy while listening to their conversation.

Meanwhile, Daisy listened to their conversation while waiting for her fish.

Austin Allen glanced at the two of them and couldn’t help but say, “Lucia, you’ve been looking great recently.”

Daisy turned to look at him, “Gained weight?”

Austin had a keen eye to judge people’s body sizes, almost able to measure them with his own eyes.

“No, just a radiant complexion.” After saying that, Austin looked at Kevin and said softly, “It must be because Third Master has taken good care of you.”

Kevin’s hostility towards Austin wasn’t that strong because he could feel that Austin truly cared about Daisy and knew how to respect boundaries, “There’s always room for improvement.”

Austin smiled.

Daisy:

Turner Daniel sat beside George Dunn, diagonally facing Daisy. Ever since he sat down, his eyes had been glancing at Daisy and Kevin.

Watching their seemingly accustomed interaction.

Feeling stifled and furious inside his heart.

Seeing Daisy’s eyes shift to her glass of wine for the Nth time, Kevin said, “A little sip won’t hurt.”

Daisy withdrew her gaze but didn’t drink.

Kevin placed the deboned fish in front of her and said, “Little Girl, I suddenly had an idea.”

“You can keep it to yourself.” Daisy took a bite of the fish.

Kevin smiled and shared his idea, “If I drunk you under the table, would I be able to take you home tonight?”

“Third Master, first, you need to have a proper understanding of your alcohol tolerance.” Daisy said slowly.

Austin barely heard her voice and suppressed the corners of his mouth.

Kevin:

“Secondly ” Daisy looked at him and asked, “What would you take me home for?”

Kevin:

“Third Master, cherish your pre-wedding life.” Daisy patted his leg and spoke with a brotherly tone, “There’s not much left.”

Thinking about his limited pre-wedding life, Kevin suppressed the corners of his mouth but couldn’t help laughing.

A little past seven o’clock, everyone finished their meal and left.

Since the news online hadn’t died down, Allonzo Hobson asked Marsh Turner to take a couple of days off.

He didn’t need to return to school, so the only ones who needed to go back were Daisy, Turner Daniel, and George Dunn.

Kevin asked Allonzo to go back with the Turner family, so he drove the three of them back by himself.

Allonzo thought that Third Master Clark wanted to casually infuriate the young love rival.

By the end of the meal, the cheeks of the young love rival had turned green with anger.

And now, Kevin was to send him back by car.

If Allonzo were him, he would have continuous nightmares for three days. At such a young age, he must have committed some bad deeds in his previous life to have Kevin Clark as a love rival in this one

George couldn’t possibly let Kevin drive himself.

So he offered to drive.

Kevin agreed.

Just as George approached the driver’s seat, Daisy stopped him, “You  with the clothes you’re wearing, aren’t you afraid the police will stop us?”

George looked down at his school uniform and laughed, “I completely forgot, I’m used to wearing it.”

“Mmm, I get it.” Daisy said, “You’re used to acting young.”

George took off his uniform jacket:

After getting in the car, Daisy and Kevin sat in the back. Daisy sent a message to Holt Lawrence, asking him to send someone to secretly protect William Butch and keep others away from him.

She was afraid that the parents would find him, make things difficult for him, and make him change his statement.

First to protect William Butch, and second, at this point, she didn’t want to hear any more unexpected twists and turns about this matter, if they were to shoot a video, she just wanted to shoot them all down.

Kevin sat beside her and asked when she put away her cell phone, “Do you have to join a team after recording the show?”

George immediately moved his neck, as if his ears wanted to extend backward.

Since getting in the car, Turner Daniel had been watching their intertwined hands through the rearview mirror.

“Not for now, the script hasn’t been released yet.”

George’s face fell.

Kevin smiled and said, “Is Catherine God experiencing a creative bottleneck?”

“More or less.” Daisy admitted, “Asking Sister Emily to review the script. If there are good ones, let Morris use them first.”

“Director Morris definitely won’t use it,” George Dunn said.

“It’s not up to him,” Daisy Zane said calmly.

George Dunn:

Ask who in this world can make Morris obediently listen, the answer is: Flynn Ninevara.

Kevin Clark noticed that Daisy was anxious to join the team, so he paused and said, “If you can’t write anymore, you can change the topic or theme. There’s no need to force it.”

Daisy Zane looked at him, raised an eyebrow, and then chuckled lightly after a moment.

It seems that Director Morris will not be idle for too long.

Now there is a ready-made theme, and it really needs attention.

Kevin Clark raised his hand and rubbed her head, it seemed that his words were not in vain.

When they arrived at school, more than half of the evening self-study time had passed.

So the three of them didn’t go to class.

On Celeste Martin’s side, because the three of them couldn’t come back, the director had her stay in the art building.

George Dunn found a place to sit down, and Turner Daniel also sat next to him, silent.

In the car, though Kevin Clark and Daisy Zane didn’t talk much, and Daisy Zane even slept for a while. But Kevin Clark’s indulgence was so obvious that he didn’t have to say anything – it could be seen in his eyes.

Although Daisy Zane still appeared the same as usual, still cold, distant, mature, and steady.

But in front of Kevin Clark, people could still sense her difference.

A difference that belonged only to Kevin Clark.

It was hard to describe what was different, but it just felt different.

It seemed that in front of Kevin Clark, she would let her guard down.

The more Turner Daniel thought about it, the more depressed he became, and the more speechless he felt.

He thought that someone as intelligent as Daisy Zane should belong to his family.

But she was not from his family, and she already belonged to someone else.

And that man was the genius recognized by his father and grandfather, the top talent of the research institute.

Daisy Zane walked to the chair prepared for her by George Dunn, and after checking the time, asked Marsh Turner for William Butch’s contact information.

Whether it was the police or Austin Allen, they needed to talk to William Butch about the situation. She needed to talk to William Butch first.

As soon as Marsh Turner sent her the contact information, she glimpsed someone coming from the corner of her eye and turned her head to look.

She saw five people, each carrying two large bags of stuff, walking towards them.

The staff members immediately got up and walked over.

Daisy Zane saw the words “Doomsday Hotel” on the clothes of those five people.

She watched the staff member talk to the person at the front, and then they both looked at her.

Daisy Zane took a couple of steps towards them and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Lady Zane, Third Master asked us to bring some drinks and snacks for the staff members,” one of them replied.

Daisy Zane glanced at the food and then at her phone. She had just received a message from Kevin Clark: [Use William Lane’s money. Saving his sister is not something a few meals can pay off.]

Daisy Zane smiled.

She had never cared about personal relationships, relying on Anisa Cooper and Hill Dawson to leave a good reputation for her in the past. When they were not around, Kevin Clark took over the job.

She was an artist and an actor. Reputation was important.

She looked at the staff and the people from the Doomsday Hotel and said, “Please help distribute these to everyone. Thank you for your hard work.”

The staff member swallowed hard, staring at the Doomsday Hotel logo on the packaging, unable to wrap his head around it.

This  was something he could eat?

The service at the Doomsday Hotel was excellent. Not only did they personally deliver the items, but they also took everything out of the bags one by one.

The exquisitely wrapped portions looked like they were dishes at a royal banquet.

All the staff members stared at the Doomsday Hotel logo on each portion.

No one said a word until the people from the Doomsday Hotel had left.

Daisy Zane had already added William Butch as a friend and was chatting with him.

Then she suddenly heard Director Nash say, “Brook God…”

Daisy Zane looked up at him, and from his expression, she understood his thoughts. She said lightly, “Kevin Clark  has quite a bit of money.”

Director Nash:

“Didn’t everyone skip dinner? The drinks should be hot,” Daisy Zane knew that the staff usually ate after returning to the dormitory in the evening. “Eat a little to get by for now.”

The program team:   What a way to “get by.”

Using the things from the Doomsday Hotel to “get by.”

All this stuff would be enough for anyone present to spend randomly and then eat dirt for the next three years.