<h4>Chapter 147: Chapter 147: The Storm is Coming</h4>


    Daisy Ginger handed the signed document to Oliver Rubio, then leaned back in her leather chair and said to Ian Linton, "Ian, the rtionship between Edward and me is a bit difficult to exin to you."


    She spoke tactfully, hinting that Ian Linton should drop the subject.


    But the man, who was usually good at reading people’s expressions and knowing his boundaries, seemed unusually out of control today for some reason.


    Ian Linton said, "Director Ginger, Edward Stephens doesn’t love you at all. Why do you humiliate yourself and settle for a man who doesn’t care about you? You clearly deserve better!"


    Daisy Ginger was momentarily stunned by his somewhat excessive words but quickly reacted. Her beautiful, delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she lowered her voice, "Ian, this is a matter between Edward and me. It has nothing to do with you."


    "He’s already left you twice for another woman. Aren’t you afraid of a third time?!"


    Daisy Ginger’s brow furrowed tightly, finding Ian’s loss of control a bit strange. She spoke softly and calmly to Ian, "Ian, are you feeling unwell? Take some time topose yourself, then call me back. In your current state... we have nothing to discuss."


    With that, she decisively hung up the phone unterally.


    She sat in her office chair, frowning slightly, feeling mildly annoyed.


    Ian Linton was usually gentle and refined, always speaking within the bounds, and getting along with him felt like a spring breeze. But those few sentences just now were too much; in what capacity was he venting his anger at her?


    No matter how big the problems with Edward Stephens were, they were personal issues, and Ian’sments were inappropriate.


    This guy, maybe he’s drunk.


    Daisy Ginger pursed her lips, feeling a bit ufortable with what was said.


    *


    The Linton n’spany office building.


    Ian Linton stared at the phone that had been hung up.


    His jade-like face instantly darkened.


    He looked down at Daisy Ginger’s name in the contact list, his thin lips pressed tightly together.


    His light brown eyes seemed to harbor a vortex of dark emotions, and he slowly clenched the phone in his hand until it let out an overwhelmed creak. Only then did he slowly close his eyes, taking a deep breath to suppress the boiling emotions inside.


    When he opened his eyes again, the man’s expression was calm, although the color of his eyes hadn’t faded fully, with the edges of his pupils tinged with a faint darkness, giving a chilling impression.


    The secretary standing nearby cautiously handed him a document, nervously saying, "Young Master Linton, here’s a..."


    Before she could finish her sentence, Ian Linton grabbed the document and mmed it into her face, his voice carrying an underlying fury as he coldlymanded, "Get out!"


    The young secretary burst into tears from being hit, bending down to pick up the documents from the floor while sobbing, and stumbled out of the office.


    *


    Daisy Ginger finished her dinner, sitting on the sofa with a remote control watching TV.


    Lady Stephens handed over a te of sliced fruit eagerly, saying, "Daisy, these peaches just flew in from Ennd. Give them a try."


    Daisy Ginger took a bite with a toothpick and smiled at Lady Stephens, "Very sweet. Thank you."


    Lady Stephens moved behind her and ced her hands on Daisy’s shoulders, "Daisy, Auntie learned some massage techniques these past few days. You’ve been sitting in the office all day; you must be tired. Let Auntie give you a rxing massage."


    Daisy Ginger felt ticklish from her touch, couldn’t help butugh, "No need, Auntie, I have a personal trainer for massages."