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Caitlyn was saying, but the woman had hung up before Caitlyn attempted to exchange pleasantries. She sighed as she brought the phone down from beside her ears. "Do these people not care about other people's health? Are they forbidden from exchanging pleasantries?" She chuckled. She dropped her phone and picked up one of the dresses. She was going to select one to wear to the party. The first one she picked was a green dress. Its length went past her toes. It had a slit that began from her hips and had a very tiny sleeve. Her collarbones were beautifully on display when she wore the dress at Shirley's store.

The voice came from behind us, pulling my attention just in time to see Daisy walking toward us, flanked by two other women. I immediately returned the ladies to be Kylie and Hailey Simpson. Hollywood’s picture-perfect nepo sisters, famous for being born into the right family and looking like they stepped out of a luxury campaign. I arched a brow. Since when was Daisy friends with them? She’d only been in the industry for a year. Daisy’s gaze landed on me, sliding down my dress with the kind of slow, disapproving scan as if I’d shown up wrapped in recycled grocery bags.

I said to the children after Fleur came to get me. "Bye Elva" They said. We signed out and bid the nurses goodbye, heading home. "Our second plan is gonna be carried out tonight" Fleur said. "Yeah..her iPod is gonna be explored tonight" I said and we both giggled. 💎Daisy's POV💎 "What!" I exclaimed in shock as i stared my iPod. I kept saying Elva looks familiar..why couldn't i think in this direction all this while. Elva is Vinnie Winters ,the most popular model and musician in Mexico.

A girl was standing right in front of Xyla Quest. Her long black hair was styled into two low braids. There was a tiny daisy hairpin above her right ear, matching well with her Korean bangs. She was wearing a snow-white nightgown with a pair of silver ballet flats. Joy was written all over her mixed-race face. Her pair of black watery eyes were sparkling with delight. She was Daisy Cox. She was the girl Xyla met at Kingstell International Exhibition Hall a few days ago.

Daisy pleaded, "Jimmy, go after the person responsible. I was so young back then. I was just a victim of Josh's manipulation. Seek revenge on him. I swear everything I said is true. If there's anything false, I'll never rest in peace!" The recording abruptly stopped. The once bustling banquet hall fell silent, as if the air had frozen. Though a bystander, Alyssa felt as if her heart sank into weightlessness. She fixed her gaze on Jameson's poker-faced expression. She knew that behind this calm façade lay a storm capable of destroying everything. Daisy's decision to reveal the entire conspiracy was likely the result of the negotiations Jameson had with her while visiting her in prison. Howeve

** I replied: **Or what? No answer. Later that day, Jasper called. "You should see this." He sent a video. It was grainy, but it showed Daisy walking through a park. Alone. Hoodie up. I watched closely. She stopped near a tree. Looked around. Then I kept walking. "She’s scared," I whispered. Then I noticed something. She wasn’t just walking. She was following someone. A girl. Blonde. Small. I paused the video. Mira. "Get me everything on this," I told Jasper. "I want to know where they went."

Camila followed, her demeanor calm and composed, carrying a bouquet of fresh roses. “Oh, Tessa! Our darling damsel in distress!” Jamie exclaimed, his voice echoing through the room. Tessa blinked, surprised. “Jamie? Camila? How did you know I was here?” Camila smiled gently. “Don Pedro informed me. There’s a new real estate contract with a company expanding into Africa. He asked me to handle the presentation since you’re unwell.” Jamie rolled his eyes. “Camila, must you always talk about work? We’re here to cheer up our friend, not discuss business.”

The whole pack stood in the square, watching in silence. Kael stood outside the gates, his blue eyes burning into me. Damon stood at my side, his body tight with anger. I stepped forward, heart pounding. My voice came out stronger than I expected. “I am not a prize for either of you to fight over The crowd whispered. Cassandra’s face twisted with hate. I looked straight at Damon first. “You rejected me on my birthday. You slept with her,” I point at Cassandra, “then threw me into the woods to die. Now you want me back because I returned with power?”

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

She didn’t argue. The alley smelled like damp brick and cigarette smoke. The cassette was cold in my hand, as if it had been left in the freezer. This one was labeled J-0. Zero. I brought it inside. Beverly didn’t ask to hold it. She just stared at it like it might bite. “You want to listen?” I asked. She didn’t answer. “I think we have to,” I added. “Why else would it show up? It’s for me.” “No,” she whispered. “It’s for them.”