Chapter 55
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Mrs. Nenito looked at her son with disbelief.
'That's right, just believe me, I'll let her be the second lady of Drkov's house, I don't have to live with her all my life, this woman, if she betrays Atlas, one day she could also betray me. I'm not stupid like him."
Seeing that her son had planned carefully, Mrs. Nenito did not advise her anymore. Her son was right, it was just a title, and there was nothing wrong. Wait until her son gets the Drkov corporation and Drkov's house assets, everything will be fine.
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At this time, Daisy was standing in front of a wooden house. She didn't know that there was a house like this in the villa. It looks very beautiful outside and there are flowers and grass all around. For a simple person who loves nature like her, this place makes her excited. Next to the house, there is a beautiful blooming daisy tree. Daisy was momentarily fascinated by the scene before her eyes. Suddenly, the wooden door creaked open, causing Daisy to look away from the scene and towards the man pushing the wheelchair out.
Seeing her, Atlas was a little unhappy and said: "Who allowed you to come here?"
'I came to find you."
Daisy smiled back at him.
After getting the food, she went into the room but couldn't find Atlas. She couldn't even find Atlas in the study. Even when she asked the servants, no one knew where he had gone. In the end, she could only call him.
But the person who picked up the phone was Linus. Daisy had to both threaten and coax him into telling her where Atlas was, so she followed his instructions and came here.
Atlas couldn't help but look coldly at the young man standing at the door, coldly saying: "I hate the most people who arbitrarily disobey master's orders."
His words made Linus step back, he didn't dare look at him. He bit his lip and couldn't say a word.
Daisy saw this and immediately said: "You don't need to blame him because I threatened him."
Atlas looked at her, he snorted coldly, wanting to push the wheelchair away. Daisy quickly grabbed the handle of the wheelchair and pushed: "Let me help you."
Because it was lunch break, they didn't encounter anyone on the way, but the weather was a bit hot. Daisy had to choose a cool place to go, but when they got to the garden it was all low-growing flowers and grass, not a single large tree, so they went with a little sunlight.
Daisy suddenly stopped and asked: "It's too sunny, let me use my coat to cover you."
"No need."
The man flatly refused. She leaned slightly and looked at his expression to see his eyebrows furrowed, even his eyes were closed as if he hated the light.
Daisy didn't listen to him, she took off her coat and put it on his face to block the bright sunlight.
Suddenly, his body was covered, Atlas's eyes moved slightly to take off the mask, but he felt the wheelchair move, his movements stopped, and Daisy's familiar scent filled his nose.
On the rooftop, Dalziel looked down at the two people below and thought, does that woman care about Atlas or is it just about Drkov's house's property? If possible, he would rather believe the latter. No woman would take care of a disabled person, Dalziel said a little sarcastically.
While everyone finished eating lunch, Daisy and Atlas started eating. Since the day she ate with him, her taste has followed his. She's not picky about eating anyway, but today there's a bowl of pickles and ham on the dinner table.
Daisy was able to eat her favorite food and it tasted delicious. On the other side, Atlas hadn't touched his wand yet. She looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong, does the food not suit your taste?"
'You should try this dish, my mother made it, it's delicious."
Daisy took another pair of chopsticks, picked up some pickles, and dipped some soy sauce into the bowl for him.
'Eat quickly, I guarantee you won't be disappointed."
She felt that pickles were the easiest thing to eat, so she bought them for him. However, she didn't know if a rich man like him would like this dish or not. After picking up food for him, she felt a bit sluggish. Daisy's eyes looked intently at him, thinking he wouldn't eat, but Atlas lifted his chopsticks picked up a piece of pickle, and put it in his mouth.
This surprised Daisy a bit, but she still happily asked: "How's it, delicious, right? My mother used to sell pickles to earn money for me to go to school. Nine out of ten people praise her, so tomorrow I will cook sour soup for you, I guarantee you won't be disappointed."
Atlas listened to her babble without saying anything, but one thing caught his attention: isn't she Mr. Hubert's daughter? Why does her mother have to sell pickles?
Now he discovered that he knew nothing about the woman he considered his wife.
Daisy didn't know what he was thinking. Watching him continue to pick pickles, she felt extremely happy.
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As soon as he entered Mr. Drkov's room, a series of photos were thrown at Dalziel.'Can you tell me what this is all about? Did you do something wrong to Atlas and bring these photos in front of him? What do you mean?"
Dalziel looked at the photos at his feet and did not pick them up. He was just a little surprised that these photos were in Mr. Drkov's hands, Atlas would not give him these photos, it could only be that woman.
