Chapter 56 Most likely framing her again.
Daisy's hands and feet turned cold in an instant. She quickly withdrew her hand, her eyes briefly showing panic. "Pregnant? How could I be pregnant?"
"For how many months?" Daphne saw through her lie and asked directly. She wasn't sure if she was actually pregnant or if her pulse reading was inaccurate, so she decided to ask directly.
Seeing Daphne's expression, Daisy knew she couldn't hide it anymore. She hung her head low and said, "Over two months."
"And you still...," Daphne found the person on her marriage certificate to be extremely unreliable, "You're not supposed to have sex during the first three months of pregnancy."
"We didn't." Daisy felt a little embarrassed, her ears turning red. "He tried to come in, but I drove him away."
Daphne felt that something was amiss. Even if it was a business alliance, even if the other party had a crush, they shouldn't joke about Daisy and her unborn child. To prevent this, one must know how this person usually treats Daisy.
"I suddenly remember that my manager asked me to finish eating and go back early." Daisy knew that staying any longer would reveal more, and she didn't want Daphne to worry about her too much.
That person was not someone Daphne could provoke. An elite aristocratic family. Even with Daphne's 1.4 billion dollars, it wouldn't be enough. She didn't want Daphne to be involved in this abyss, nor did she want Daphne's life to be disrupted.
"Daisy," Daphne called her.
Daisy pretended to be clueless, picked up her bag nearby, and quickly put on her hat and sunglasses. "I'm leaving now. Let me know once you settle in another city, and I'll come find you when I'm free. Goodbye!"
She left quickly, not giving Daphne a chance to ask her anything. Daphne stayed in the private room for a while, still worried about her. She took out her phone and sent her a message: “If you need anything or feel sad, don't go through it alone. Find me.”
She had the means to easily find out who Daisy's marriage partner was, but Daisy didn't want her to know, didn't want her to meddle, so she wouldn't investigate. Everyone has secrets and privacy. She wouldn't intrude.
Daisy sat in the car with a happy glow in her eyes when she saw the message. Having a friend like Daphne was worth it. After Daphne sent the message, she also left the private room, unaware of the big news that had just happened online.
#Kaylamistress#. This was the hottest trending topic in town. Seeing this unfamiliar but familiar name, many people clicked on it out of curiosity. Everyone wanted to know who this person was.
The trending topic led to a few pictures, which showed two blurry figures. Although blurry, their exceptional temperament could still be seen, and anyone who knew them would recognize the man as Charles.
The post had a headline; "Model Kayla's Secret Rendezvous with a Married Tycoon." Spiked up curiosity among the netizens and most of them had comments to dish out.
"Who is Kayla? Why haven't I heard of her?"
"What kind of messy gossip is this?"
"How can this kind of thing trend?"
"Media, can you stop ruining this girl's reputation?"
"This model must have offended someone to be instantly trending."
"We've known Kayla for six years since her debut. She may have never been famous, but she has never offended anyone either. I don't know who could be so cruel."
"No, doesn't anyone feel that the male lead in the pictures looks familiar?"
"I have a feeling that the male protagonist in the pictures is the CEO of the Lancelot Group."
"This is the CEO of the Lancelot Group, Charles!"
"Did Mr. Lancelot get married?"
"Not sure, he might have or might not have."
“It must be that she saw this model getting close to Mr. Lancelot, and she was afraid of being overshadowed, so she preemptively spread some negativity."
The comments section was buzzing with activity. However, what they didn't know was that this was actually true. Kayla had indeed intervened in Charles and Daphne's relationship, and Charles did indeed mention divorce because of her.
When Daphne arrived at her doorstep, Just as she was about to unlock the door with her fingerprints, she noticed that the door seemed to have been opened before. She became more cautious, preparing herself for a possible encounter with a thief once she entered.
As the sound of the electronic lock echoed, Daphne opened the door. To her surprise, the living room was neat and tidy, with sunlight streaming in from the windows. As she took a few steps forward, she saw Charles sitting on the sofa with a gloomy expression and Mark looking slightly troubled.
"Why are you both in my house?" she asked coldly.
Seeing her appear, Mark quickly stood up and adjusted himself a bit. At this moment, he looked different from usual, his face lacking the usual gentle smile, instead carrying a complex mood as he greeted her, "Miss Murphy."
Daphne placed the things in her hand on the counter, walked towards Charles with a displeased mood, and stared at him, clearly demanding an explanation.
"Where did you go today?" Charles asked with a sense of impending storm on his face.
"It's none of your business," Daphne replied as she sat down on the single sofa.
Charles, surprisingly, didn't get angry and continued to ask, "Who did you meet?"
"Before you ask these questions, shouldn't you explain how you both entered my home?" Daphne asked straightforwardly.
She didn't mention that entering someone's residence without permission was illegal, because she knew that as long as she and Charles were still married, he had the right to enter her place. Charles remained silent.
Mark answered, "The boss called a locksmith company, and after proving that we have a spousal relationship, they helped us open the door."
In reality, it was not a locksmith company at all; it was obvious that Charles arranged for it! He didn't even know how the boss knew Miss Murphy's door code. Daphne knew Mark was lying.
If it really was a locksmith company that opened the door, there would be traces on the lock, but she had just checked and there were no marks at all. She only registered her own fingerprints, and she never told anyone the password.
Although she had previously given the housekeeping company a password, it was a temporary one that would expire once the designated time had passed.
"I warned you, if you dare to cause any more trouble, I won't go easy on you," Charles said in a chilling tone, his eyes sending shivers down one's spine. "It seems like you think I was just joking with you." She was completely confused by what she heard.
"I'll record a video later and post it online to clarify everything, saying that it was all your jealousy at work," Charles continued talking to himself, feeling that she was too good at pretending.
"If you don't speak up, I will make sure you know the consequences," Daphne couldn't understand a word, but since Kayla was mentioned, it was highly likely that she would be blamed for something again.
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