<h4>Chapter 209: Chapter 209: "Daisy Ginger, I need an exnation.</h4>


    Oliver Rubio’s cold sweat started to drip down.


    Edward Stephens watched his expression, his tone slightly somber: "Do you understand what I mean?"


    Oliver stood up, his head full of cold sweat, avoiding Edward’s gaze as he lowered his head, "Young Master Wen, Director Ginger is your wife, her... matters, it’s better if you ask her personally."


    Edward raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you not n to tell me?"


    Oliver braced himself and looked at her, "I signed thepany’s confidentiality agreement. If any confidential information is exposed, I’ll face awsuit."


    "Don’t beat around the bush with me." Edward leaned back in his chair, "You know what I mean. If you don’t tell me now, I’ll call Daisy Gingerter and tell her I’m displeased with you, and ask her to fire you."


    Oliver: "..."


    Is he seriously doing this?


    Oliver said helplessly, "Director Ginger hasn’t really done anything, but there is one thing that I found quite odd."


    Edward’s eyes flickered slightly, squinting at him, "Hmm?"


    "She bought a lot of painkillers." Oliver said, feeling hesitant about this matter, which had been bothering him for some time, but he also felt relieved telling Edward, "The medication is potent, one pill canst about twenty-four hours, and the pharmacy prescribes them sparingly. A pill a day wouldst half a month, but these days, Director Ginger has been asking me to get a prescription from the doctor every three days."


    Oliver nced at Edward, "I didn’t dare to ask, Young Master Wen. Is there something wrong with Director Ginger’s leg injury?"


    A leg injury?


    It’s been two months, Daisy Ginger had put away the crutches and could even walk in t shoes.


    What could be the problem?


    Edward thought about these days, he and Daisy Ginger were nearly together every day, yet she was secretly taking painkillers behind his back as if they were candies, which made him feel a bit stifled inside.


    Honestly, he couldn’t figure out what was going on inside Daisy Ginger’s head. If she felt unwell and needed to see a doctor, consulting a doctor secretly in the middle of the night, did she really think he would say anything against her?


    What exactly is she hiding from him?


    "Send her schedule for this month to my email."


    After Edward finished speaking, he stood up and left the teahouse.


    Oliver stood in the teahouse, watching Edward’s gloomy back, and couldn’t help but wipe the cold sweat off his face.


    Could it be...


    He is going to be fired by Daisy Ginger today?!


    *


    Daisy Ginger returned home and saw Edward Stephens sitting on the sofa reading a book.


    She changed into slippers, then moved over and nestled into the man’s arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss, "Honey, did you miss me?"


    Edward patted her waist, "Go wash your hands, dinner’s almost ready."


    Daisy replied, crawled out of his arms, and then slowly went upstairs.


    Her foot injury hadn’t fully healed, although she didn’t need crutches anymore, going up and down the stairs still caused a bit of soreness.


    She returned to the bedroom, changed into home clothes, exhaled slowly, and opened the drawer of the dressing table, reaching inside.


    As she felt around, she found it empty.


    Daisy froze for a moment, feeling puzzled, couldn’t help but look down, but did not find what she was looking for.


    Didn’t put it in there?


    She was nning to pull out all the drawers to search when she heard footstepsing from the door.


    Edward, who she didn’t know when had arrived at the door, was holding a white stic pill bottle.


    Daisy’s pupils contracted for a moment, and she stood there, momentarily stunned.


    The man leaned against the doorframe, his face and voice very calm. He looked at her and said faintly, "Daisy Ginger, I need an exnation."