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

Chapter 28: Chapter 28: I Actually Like Seeing Him

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Daisy Zane saw Michael Jackson with his head down, feeling that if Kevin Clark didn’t shift his gaze, in the next second, he would commit seppuku.

So, she came to his rescue: “Are you back?”

“Mm.” Kevin Clark’s gaze immediately shifted over, looking at her gently and softly, “Did you lose weight?”

“I don’t feel it.

Kevin Clark took another look at her scattered hair, “Did you cut your hair?” Daisy’s hair used to reach her waist, and a finger’s length had been cut off.

“Mm. Needed for makeup setting.” After Daisy finished speaking, she looked up at the person behind Kevin Clark.

From the moment Kevin Clark spoke to her, this man had been staring at her. His gaze was a mixture of contempt, disdain, and hostility, completely undisguised.

As their eyes met, Daisy calmly looked at him.

Seeing this, Kevin Clark turned his head to look behind him, and Thomas

Firway immediately lowered his head, displaying an attitude of submission. This was Thomas Firway, who had broken two ribs not long ago and had just recovered.

Daisy also withdrew her gaze, glanced at the sweet potato in her hand, and asked, “Want some? It’s pretty sweet.”

Looking at the artistically eaten sweet potato in her hand, Kevin Clark raised an eyebrow.

Noticing his gaze, Daisy retracted the hand holding the sweet potato, as if afraid that Kevin Clark would suddenly take a bite, “It’s not something you haven’t eaten before.

The meaning of this action was too obvious. Kevin Clark couldn’t help but laugh, “Alright, we’ll eat it when we get back.”

Hearing his laughter, Thomas Firway glanced at Kevin Clark, then at Daisy Zane again, his hostility even more intense than before.

Of course, Daisy felt it too. She raised her eyebrows quite brazenly and provocatively, then lowered her head and casually took another bite of the sweet potato.

Since everyone hadn’t finished eating, the five of them went to Daisy’s living quarters.

Michael Jackson and Thomas Firway were responsible for buying the food. Kevin Clark, Daisy Zane, and Hill Dawson were waiting for them to return.

In the meantime, Kevin Clark ate that roasted sweet potato.

Daisy Zane sat on another sofa, and while responding to his conversation, she watched his slender, fair fingers peel the sweet potato skin. It was clearly just a 30 USD sweet potato, but it seemed like a valuable item in his hands.

Daisy Zane suddenly felt like she had wronged him a bit. This man probably had never eaten any street food before, right?

“Which location are you shooting at first?” Kevin Clark had read the script and naturally knew the predetermined filming locations.

“Red Cliff Village,” Daisy Zane said. “We’ll be going there tomorrow afternoon.”

“Staying there?”

“Mm, there’s a hotel not far from Red Cliff Village.”

Red Cliff Village is a famous shooting location with mountains, rivers, and villages. Gradually, the local area developed around this advantage, with accommodations, food, and tourist attractions.

Actually, the people gathered there were quite diverse.

“Let Michael Jackson drive you there and protect you guys, it’s not safe there, ” Kevin Clark said.

Daisy Zane raised an eyebrow.

Seeing this, Kevin Clark laughed, “If he dares to spread any more rumors about me behind my back, I’ll kill him.”

Although it was a joke, it was still terrifying. Hill Dawson, who had been quietly observing them, was suddenly scared and choked on her saliva, coughing.

Daisy Zane poured her a glass of water.

“Sorry.” After coughing, Hill Dawson held the water glass with both hands but remained still.

Quietly observing them.

It was because of Kevin Clark’s extraordinary face and temperament that made him seem like a not-so-ordinary person, quite terrifying.

Michael Jackson and Thomas Firway came back with a lot of food.

As Hill Dawson saw the four big characters “Doomsday Hotel” on the packaging box when she was sitting in the dining chair, she felt like the chair was burning her butt.

Were they going to eat gold tonight?

Hill Dawson was very surprised when she found out that Daisy Zane had been staying in the Everlasting Palace.

Her understanding of Daisy Zane was that she had a connection with the Miles Family. Moreover, when John Anderson told her to bring her here, he did indeed give her a few instructions.

But she thought it was because of the relationship between John Anderson and the Miles Family, so she merely paid lip service.

Later, when the characters were changed, John Anderson didn’t intervene.

She could see that Daisy Zane was actually different from the information she had received.

But…but…this…this is too different.

Daisy Zane took Kevin Clark to the kitchen.

The kitchen was over forty square meters in size, and the wall directly opposite the entrance had no decorations, looking like a solid wooden plank. Bare.

Daisy Zane felt for the groove on the side of the wooden plank and lightly pulled it. The wooden plank automatically sensed and opened.

What came into view was an entire wall of wine.

Inside was a huge wine cabinet.

The peach-colored wine cabinet, with transparent glass, contained countless bottles of wine in various varieties.

Some were placed alone in separate compartments, while others were stacked together in a flat row within a single compartment.

Kevin Clark’s eyes flashed with surprise. He roughly scanned the wine cabinet and noticed that almost all the prices of the wines were six figures or more, with some even reaching seven or eight figures.

He knew this little girl liked to drink, but he hadn’t expected her to like it to this extent.

“Which one to drink?” Daisy Zane asked.

“Any is fine.” Kevin Clark smiled.

“Why not go ask Assistant Jackson and…” Daisy Zane still didn’t know what that man with the stern face was called.

“His name is Thomas Firway.”

“Thomas Firway?” Daisy Zane glanced at the wine cabinet and said casually,

“Are there any others named Alfie Ward, Juan Wright or something like that?”

“I’ll introduce you to them when there’s a chance.”

“Really? Not bad, quite gossipy.” Daisy Zane commented.

Kevin Clark smiled, reached for a bottle of wine and said, “No need to worry about them. I want to drink this one.”

Daisy Zane glanced at him and then smiled, saying, “As you wish.”

The two of them were standing in a backlit position, and the shadows softened Daisy Zane’s powder-pink lips when she smiled. She looked like the clear snow under the sunlight.

Clean, cold and dazzlingly stunning.

Kevin Clark looked at her, eyes deepening.

Daisy Zane felt a subtle sense of danger and looked at him, squinting her eyes.

Kevin Clark sensed her scrutinizing gaze, took a silent breath and returned to his usual demeanor, saying, “Let’s go.”

After dinner, Michael Jackson and Thomas Firway tidied up, cleaned, and left.

Hill Dawson helped Daisy Zane pack.

Upon entering the bedroom and the opening of the wardrobe, Hill Dawson was surprised once again by the sight of the clothes inside, but she quickly regained her composure.

Compared to those three men before, this was already a small scene.

“Take a few more casual clothes, they’ll be comfortable and convenient when you need to switch outfits.” Hill Dawson said.

Daisy Zane followed her instructions and took out the clothes.

“Zane, is that Third Master called Kevin Clark… part of the Imperial City Leafield Family?” Earlier, Kevin Clark had introduced himself.

“Yes.”

Hill Dawson couldn’t help but gasp, the Imperial City Leafield Family was not something ordinary people like them could easily come across. After a while, she asked, “Do you two…”

“He lives opposite me.” Daisy Zane said while folding clothes, “We know each other and occasionally have dinner together.”

Had it not been for the sudden reminder of Michael Jackson, Hill Dawson almost believed her words, “He obviously likes you, even having his assistant serve as our driver.”

With the folded clothes in the suitcase, Daisy Zane gave a light smile, her emotions ambiguous, “There are quite a few people who like me.”

Hill Dawson found it hard to respond, but she had to admit it was because of her face, “What about your feelings for Kevin Clark?”

Daisy Zane’s expression faltered for a moment and she said after a short pause, “I quite like seeing him.”

Because seeing him made her happy.

For Daisy Zane, Kevin Clark was like a sedative.

Hill Dawson really couldn’t tell what Daisy Zane was thinking. Her words sounded devoid of emotions like reciting a textbook. It was truly worrisome.

“Don’t worry, I’ll try not to cause you any trouble,” Daisy Zane saw her concern and reassured her.

However, Hill Dawson wasn’t reassured at all. In fact, she felt even more worried about her future hair turning white when listening to those words..