The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy-Chapter 444 - 391: Charity Auction_2

Chapter 444: Chapter 391: Charity Auction_2

Because Michael and Juan intercepted them, they failed to move forward.

After greeting everyone, Kevin Clark led Daisy Zane toward the rest area: “Going to see Olivia Lane? They’re in the inner hall, celebrating her birthday first.”

Daisy Zane asked, “Are all the Lanes here?”

“Yep.”

“No,” Daisy Zane replied. “It’s not appropriate for outsiders to go join her family.”

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Kevin knew she didn’t like meeting elders, so he didn’t say anything further: “Let’s sit over there for a bit.”

“Okay.”

The two sat in the rest area.

Clark family members were standing all around, no one could get close.

Kevin worried Daisy was hungry, so he got someone to bring her some food.

Daisy ate and flipped through the auction manual.

“Anything you like?”

Daisy shook her head: “Let’s bid on this Luban lock set for Charles Amos. It’s our contribution to the charity auction.”

“Alright.”

After celebrating her birthday with her family, Olivia came out to find Daisy. She texted Daisy for her location and went straight to the rest area.

“Daisy Zane…” Olivia exclaimed excitedly, but when she saw Kevin by her side, her smile vanished in an instant. She greeted him politely: “Third Uncle, you’re here too.”

Kevin eyed her and said, “You should call me Auntie.”

Olivia pursed her lips.

Daisy Zane:

Olivia turned to Daisy for help.

Daisy stood up and said, “Let’s take a walk around the banquet hall.”

Kevin followed suit, but before he could fully stand up, Daisy said, “You stay here.”

Kevin’s movement froze, and he sat back down:

Daisy left with Olivia.

Before leaving, Olivia sneakily glanced back at Kevin’s sulking face, and her mood improved drastically.

“Why didn’t you go inside?” Olivia asked.

Daisy handed her a cup of juice and took a glass of wine for herself: “You came out.”

“I want to drink wine, too.”

“Children can’t.”

“Who’s a child? I’ve come of age,” Olivia retorted.

“High school students aren’t allowed to drink,” Daisy said.

Olivia:

Daisy smiled at her, then clinked her wine glass with Olivia’s cup: “Happy birthday.”

Olivia hesitated, then said, “Thank you.”

Daisy took a sip of wine: “The present is in the car; I’ll have Michael bring it to you later.”

“Thanks.”

“Why are you so polite today?”

“Am I not allowed to be?”

“You are.”

The two chatted casually. Olivia told Daisy about school life: “Everyone’s studying very seriously now. Skyler Thomas says it’s all because of you. And the homeroom teacher of Class 8, I feel like she’s gonna be pissed to death—every day she sees me with a pale face. So I walk past their class every day.”

Daisy smiled.

“But William Butch hasn’t returned to school,” Olivia added.

“He’s in the hospital.” William Butch was undergoing therapy every day, so he simply stayed in the hospital.

“Huh?” Olivia asked, “What’s wrong with him? Did he get beaten up again?”

“He’s fine. I’ll take you to see him when I have time,” Daisy promised.

“Okay.”

Olivia nodded and then saw her brother, William Lane, talking with someone nearby. “Have you met my brother?”

“No.”

“Let me introduce you. He’s a great guy; I’m sure you’ll like him.”

Daisy raised her eyebrows: she’d like him? Kevin … would be drowning himself in a vinegar jar.

Just as she was about to turn down the offer, someone called out to Olivia.

“Miss Lane.”

They both looked over.

It was Mrs. Davis and Liam Davis from the Johnson family in Truro City.

Liam glanced at Daisy before turning his gaze back to Olivia.

Mrs. Davis didn’t even seem to notice Daisy. Her eyes were locked on Olivia.

Daisy watched the two with indifference.

Olivia had a vague sense of familiarity with the lady, but she couldn’t recall her. And the man… she had never met him before.

“What can I do for you?”

“Miss Lane, we’ve met before. Do you remember?” Mrs. Davis attempted to approach them, but Daisy pulled Olivia back and stepped in front of her.

Feeling Daisy’s hostility, Olivia asked, “Who are you?”

“I’m from the Truro City Johnson family.” Mrs. Davis didn’t beat around the bush since Daisy was present: “This is my son, Liam Davis.”