Chapter 34 A Tool for Releasing Desire
Mark dared not speak again and obediently drove. Even when Charles emphasized his request for the second time, Mark still conveyed Charles's demand.
Upon their arrival at the airport, Mark, clutching his own plane ticket, and gently inquired, "Boss, are you truly intending to depart from Gedser?"
A slight frown appeared on Charles's forehead. He found his personal assistant somewhat annoying.
Mark earnestly strived to convey his message to his boss, recognizing that the message he had conveyed might lead others to believe that Mrs. Lancelot had somehow offended Charles. He was genuinely concerned and posed the question: "In the event you're not in Gedser, how would you handle it if they confronted Mrs. Lancelot?" Charles hesitated for a moment.
Mark continued with a serious tone, "You understand the situation of the social circle better than anyone. Once people find out you're targeting Mrs. Lancelot, they will also target her."
At this point, Mark let out a long sigh, appearing quite heavy-hearted. A barely noticeable trace of worry flashed through Charles's eyes, but it quickly disappeared, "If you're so worried, why don't you marry her?"
" Also, Daphne has already informed me about her decision. Please get the divorce forms for me." Charles's words were cold, devoid of any warmth and emotion. "After obtaining the divorce certificate, I don't wish to hear about Mrs. Lancelot anymore."
"Alright, boss," Mark quickly agreed. Charles ignored him, his dark eyes becoming even more inscrutable.
In the next moment, he placed something in Mark's hands, and stood up from his seat, his straight trousers accentuated his slender legs.
Mark glanced at the object in his hands and asked, "Boss, what is this?"
"If you hadn't reminded me just now, I would've overlooked something," Charles remarked, straightening his attire nonchalantly. "In today's lunch gathering, all those individuals should be aware that Daphne accompanied me."
“So, what's the significance?”
"If it had been you alone conveying the message, some might suspect you hold a grudge against Daphne,"
Charles went on, "Considering someone who has been accompanying me wouldn't have any motive to trouble her."
"What are you trying to say?" Mark asked proactively.
"You go back to Ivrea City first, I'll stay in Gedser," Charles's low voice carried a sense of calmness, "Only when I personally trouble her will others know that I genuinely begrudge her."
Mark didn't say much either. He decisively boarded the plane, and after giving a phone call to the driver, Charles folded his ticket and returned to Gedser's branch of the Lancelot Group. His plan was simple. He wanted to personally trouble Daphne and make her give in.
As long as the number of troubles was enough, over time she would naturally become weary of this social circle. By then, she could take the divorce settlement she received from him and live a peaceful life.
However, reality was different from imagination. He stayed in Gedser for another three days, but Daphne's figure was nowhere to be seen. When they tried to investigate, it was as if she had vanished from the face of the earth. No matter how far he searched, he couldn't find her.
After leaving the hotel that day, Daphne returned home, to the castle that truly belonged to her, Lydia, dummy dad, and her mother, and cleaned the entire castle.
The castle was actually very clean, with dedicated housekeepers cleaning it every day. Besides her mother's room, every other room, including hers, was spotless.
Lydia watched her wiping her mother's belongings one by one as she stood by the door, saying, "No one has entered this room except for me. Dad also instructed the housekeepers not to clean this room, but don't worry, I come back every weekend to clean it."
"You've worked hard," Daphne's eyes softened slightly.
This castle was bought by dummy dad when he married her mother. Dummy dad said her mother was the most beautiful princess in the world, and princesses should live in castles. Even now, she still remembered everything they experienced here.
"Sis?" Lydia called out.
Daphne put down the photo album and glanced at him. "What's wrong?"
"Dad already knows it was Sophia's brother," Lydia said, worried since she hadn't met him for three whole days. "He said he supports whatever you do, and he also said..."
"What did he say?"
"He said Sophia is different from her brother." As Lydia spoke, she felt a little guilty.
She had told her sister this before, and now their dad said the same thing. Would her sister think that they were all siding with Sophia?
"Hmm." Daphne replied in a calm tone.
Lydia pursed her lips, feeling even more remorseful. Before she could say anything, Daphne continued, "I know right from wrong, and I won't take it out on others. Let him rest assured."
"Sis..."
"You should go to school first. Don't you have classes this morning?" Daphne cared a lot about her sister and knew that her sister loved her too.
Lydia remained silent for a moment, then walked up to hug Daphne, gently but firmly telling her, "I've always been your little sister."
"Silly girl." Daphne smiled.
"I'm going now." Daphne accompanied her out.
After watching her get in the car, she returned upstairs, planning to take a nap. Since she came back these past two days, she hadn't been able to sleep well at night, constantly thinking about their mother. Although she had just woken up not long ago, she already felt tired.
"Daffy." The sound made Daphne halt her movements.
This time, instead of refusing to talk to him like she used to, she went to the garden pavilion on the first floor to have a conversation with him.
Mr. Murphy's mind was complicated. Daphne didn't like small talk or wasting time. "Do you need something?"
"Yes, there's something," Mr. Murphy said, "I know about Lydia's situation, and I... want to discuss it with you." He paused when he realized he was too nervous, and his words came out wrong.
Taking this opportunity, Daphne spoke up, "I'm not interested in hearing about you and her. If it's only about this matter, there's no need to continue."
"Did you provoke Charles?" Mr. Murphy finally got to the point.
Seeing that she was unaware, Mr. Murphy told her what he had learned in the past three days, "He made it known that he wants to make it difficult for you in the social circle. He's a legend in the business world, and many people listen to him."
"No need to worry," Daphne replied calmly. She could only see Charles' behavior as childish. He was such a grown man, yet he was resorting to this kind of blacklisting.
"You really are not worried?" Mr. Murphy was concerned.
Daphne nodded indifferently, "Hmm."
Seeing her like this, Mr. Murphy didn't know what else to say. But as a doting father, he mustered up the courage to ask, "Can you tell me in detail about what happened between you and him? I... want to know."
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