Chapter 365: 332: Venting Your Anger for You

Chapter 365: 332: Venting Your Anger for You

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The ninth and tenth floors of the Fog Mountain Restaurant are specially reserved for celebrities and artists.

The privacy is very good and the environment is quiet.

Perhaps it’s past dinner time, perhaps people generally prefer gatherings in the evening, or perhaps Mrs. Davis’s harsh words aren’t very loud. But it seems even quieter at this time.

There’s no one else in the corridor except them.

Daisy Zane stands in place, her eyes reflecting the images of the two of them, but her mind is full of that figure.

It looks so much like him

Especially that slow stride.

Mrs. Davis was still saying, “Our future daughter-in-law and mistress of the Davis Residence must come from a family like the Lane Family.”

Hearing the words “Lane Family,” Daisy Zane snaps back to reality.

Mrs. Davis continues, “My future daughter-in-law must be like Young Miss Lane. She should come from a good background and be well-cultured. She should have proper manners and the grace of a true aristocratic lady. Absolutely not a wild girl who flaunts herself in public.”

Daisy Zane glances at Mrs. Davis and then at Amelia Miles.

She understands why they were together here.

The dance competition starts next Monday.

According to online analysis, Amelia Miles has a high chance of joining the Dance Association. Even some people think that based on Sophie Ortiz’s preferences, Amelia Miles has a nearly 50% chance of becoming Sophie Ortiz’s apprentice.

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If Amelia becomes Sophie Ortiz’s apprentice,

Daisy Zane glances at Amelia’s face before releasing Mrs. Davis abruptly once more.

She uses so much force that Mrs. Davis not only slams into the wall but also twists her ankle. The pain turns her face as white as a sheet.

Amelia watches this scene and, after looking at the surveillance camera overhead, she subtly curls the corner of her lip in satisfaction.

This is a big news story, enough to force someone to retire from the circle.

“Show some sense and stay away from Olivia Lane,” Daisy Zane says coldly.

Daisy Zane has barely finished speaking when she hears footsteps behind her.

She turns to look.

Arthur North approaches with a group of people.

Arthur North is still wearing the black shirt and trousers he wore this morning. His pace is fast and his strides are long.

His thin, crimson lips are pursed with concern.

His narrow eyes seem to be brewing a storm.

Mysterious, demonic, and regal.

Seeing him, the gloom in Daisy Zane’s heart subsides a little, and the fire that hasn’t been let out is extinguished slightly.

Watching the man approaching, Amelia’s eyes suddenly tighten and she unconsciously shifts towards the side.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Davis leans against the wall, her foot not daring to touch the ground, her face pale as she watches the distinguished man approach.

Arthur North strides up to Daisy Zane, looks down at her, then reaches out and touches her face gently, “Why does your complexion look so terrible?”

Twisting her fingertips, Daisy Zane replies, “It’s nothing. What brought you here?”