The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

Both experiments were relatively simple for Daisy Zane, so she left Imperial Capital University just after four o’clock.

James Collins was still waiting for her outside.

Once she got in the car, she opened her computer and started writing the experiment report.

James didn’t disturb her and quietly drove the car.

When they reached the outside wall of Gathering Joy Private School, Daisy not only sent the report to her assistant, but also sent the questions for the Celestial Pivot assessment to Holt Lawrence.

“Sister, shall I pick you up this afternoon?”

“No need, the program team will send me back.” Daisy put her computer aside, “Go back, I’m leaving.”

“Okay.”

Daisy climbed over the wall into the school, and after reaching the dormitory building, she climbed up to the third floor and jumped into the restroom.

Unnoticed, she returned to the dormitory.

And she even slept for more than an hour.

Today was Friday, the eight of them returned to their respective classrooms for class.

Since experiencing the life of senior three in high school, Daisy also experienced the act of dozing off during class.

Morning self-study was fine as everyone was doing their own thing, like writing papers or reciting books.

But during the later classes, as soon as the teacher started lecturing, Daisy’s consciousness would involuntarily sink.

She felt that she wouldn’t be this sleepy even if she didn’t sleep for two consecutive days.

As expected the classroom was a magical place.

It rained in the morning, so there was no exercise during the long break.

Daisy took advantage of this time and immediately took a nap on the desk.

Marsh Turner came with a basketball, but Olivia Lane glared at him just after he slapped it: “Keep it down.”

Marsh immediately held the ball in his hand, looked at Daisy, and then looked at Olivia: “What happened to Daisy’s hand?”

Daisy was lying on her right arm, with her left hand on the back of her neck.

“I fell.”

Marsh moved a chair, gently placed it beside Olivia, sat down and whispered, “Is it serious?”

“It’s swollen,” Olivia said, “Why do you have so many questions?”

“I’m just concerned.”

Olivia looked at him, suddenly narrowed her eyes: “Marsh Turner, what do you want to do?”

“I’m just genuinely concerned.” Marsh’s words sounded candid, but the look in his eyes betrayed him.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Olivia said, “Keep your thoughts to yourself, or I guarantee you’ll die a miserable death.”

Marsh smiled, obviously not taking Olivia’s words to heart: “Play a game?”

Olivia looked at Daisy and then looked at Marsh, and took out her cell phone.

Because of the rain, the classroom was a bit gloomy and damp.

Turner Daniel was called out by the teacher after class. And George Dunn was also called out by a phone call.

William Butch sat in front, lowering his head and listening to Marsh and Olivia’s conversation all the time.

Not until they stopped talking did he hesitate and turn his head, quickly glancing back.

He glanced at the wound on Daisy’s finger.

But he only saw the gauze on her finger, and didn’t see how serious the wound was.

Olivia and Marsh both noticed him looking back, but both stared at their phones, pretending they hadn’t seen him. Only after he turned back around did they exchange glances.

They continued playing the game in silence.

Just before class, Marsh left and George returned, walking directly towards Daisy’s seat. Seeing her asleep, he looked at the time and was about to knock on her desk.

Olivia grabbed his wrist and whispered, “What are you doing?”

George’s school uniform was a little wet from the rain, and his wrist was also a bit cold. He looked at Olivia and then raised his other hand, shaking the medicine box in his hand. “Medicine.”

No sooner had he uttered this single word than Daisy raised her head and looked at the two of them.

Her eyes were still a bit hazy: “What’s wrong?”

Olivia Lane let go of George Dunn, and he placed the medicine box on her desk. “Third Master sent it. He said it was not convenient for him to come in as it was all students here, so he asked me to bring it.”

Daisy Zane looked at the box: pain relief patches, but not the kind her family usually used. “Did Kevin Clark come?”

“He left after delivering the medicine,” replied George Dunn.

Daisy Zane glanced at the rain outside. The leaves on the trees outside the window were trembling, a sign of moderate rain.

Just as the school bell rang, George went back to his seat.

Daisy Zane looked at the medicine box for a while. After opening it, a note fell out.

It was Kevin Clark’s handwriting: [It’s cold, protect your hands. The pain relief patches are transparent and not conspicuous or reflective.]

The note seemed to be torn off hastily from somewhere.

She folded the note and put it back in the box. Daisy Zane tore open two pain relief patches and put them on her right index finger and ring finger.

She knew without thinking that Kevin Clark must have consulted with Wilton Edwards about this.

And Wilton Edwards probably told him a lot more.

Daisy Zane looked at her fingers and raised her eyebrows. For someone to infiltrate the circle of her friends so easily was quite impressive.

All this time, Olivia Lane had remained silent, watching everything.

A man of such high social status, in the midst of his busy schedule, personally came to deliver pain relief patches to his girlfriend on a rainy day, just to avoid her fingers from hurting.

And he didn’t even meet his girlfriend face to face.

She had to reevaluate her understanding of Kevin Clark.

Her own brother should take note and learn something.

Daisy Zane still ate the food sent by the Lane family all day, and it was even delivered directly to her classroom.

Perhaps Olivia Lane mentioned to her family to cook less; today Daisy Zane didn’t overeat.

As it was Friday, there was no need for evening self-study.

After finishing their classes in the afternoon, they could rest for two days.

The rain didn’t stop all day, and with the parents picking up their children, the entrance was so congested that cars couldn’t even move.

The program team recording the show didn’t leave in a hurry, nor did Olivia Lane, Marsh Turner, or several other students.

So everyone simply chatted in the classroom.

Ever since Turner Daniel left in the morning, he hadn’t returned. The director said he had something at home to take care of.

Everyone chatted in the classroom until an hour later when the traffic jam at the entrance cleared up, and then they left one after another.

Those who were recording the show were taken to a nearby hotel by the program team. They would all have a meal together, review the five days of shooting, and then arrange the next five days of shooting.

When they left, Olivia Lane was still in the classroom. Daisy Zane rubbed her head and asked, “Has anyone from your family come yet?”

“My brother is at the entrance,” answered Olivia Lane, “he’s coming to pick me up.”

“Oh, alright. I’m leaving now.”

Olivia Lane nodded her head. Hesitating for a moment, she said, “Remember to apply the medicine to your arm.”

“Okay.”

From upstairs, the rain didn’t seem that heavy.

But when they reached the first floor lobby, the first thing that greeted them was a wave of dampness, followed by a layer of water on the ground. Raindrops splashed, creating small droplets of water.

Daisy Zane followed the other six people, opening her umbrella as she reached the entrance.

As she opened her umbrella and just as it covered her head, William Lane entered the school building with his umbrella.

The two brushed past each other.

All Daisy Zane saw were a pair of legs wearing dress pants. During normal times, she might have been curious about the person’s face and looked up, but today’s damp weather annoyed her, so she didn’t pay much attention. With one hand in her pocket and the other holding the umbrella, she just left straight away.

As soon as William Lane stepped inside the school building, he suddenly stopped.

Then, as if possessed, he turned to look back.

But apart from seeing some people in raincoats carrying video cameras, he only saw students in school uniforms holding umbrellas through the gaps between them.

He didn’t know why he turned back, nor what he hoped to see.

He furrowed his brow, closed his umbrella, and entered the school building.