My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1583: The Game

Daisy remained silent for a moment without an immediate response. The bartender, fearing that Daisy would become suspicious, refrained from further questioning and withdrew after serving her the drink. Daisy lifted the glass but didn't drink from it. Her face displayed an expression that was difficult to decipher. One of the bodyguards beside her asked, "Miss Daisy, what's wrong?"

Daisy smiled and said, "I want to play an interesting game."

After Daisy finished speaking, the bodyguard also fell silent.

The atmosphere tonight was particularly lively. The dancers had started their performance before nine o'clock, and the ambiance was fantastic with the accompaniment of music. In this place, such an atmosphere allowed everyone to temporarily forget their worries and sorrows, leaving only joy behind.

When the official program began, the atmosphere became even more lively. People were immersed in the cheerful conversations. Handsome young men walked the runway while sexy beauties danced beside them, eliciting enthusiastic cheers from the crowd.

After all the handsome men participating in the auction had finished their walk, the host took the stage to explain the rules of the game. Regardless of the item being auctioned, there was only one rule: the highest bidder wins.

After the host explained the bidding rules and starting prices, the auction game officially began.

Both the wealthy and the less fortunate enthusiastically participated in the game because they knew that ultimately, neither the rich nor the poor would be able to win. The only ones who could win were the ones controlling the game, the influential and powerful individuals.

Although there was a mixed crowd present, not just ordinary people, the younger generation of society didn't have the qualifications to enter.

The auction lasted for over an hour, and Daisy never spoke.

The club manager, who had been silently observing everything, became worried and sent a text message to Kian: "Kian, Daisy doesn't seem to have any intention of taking action. What should we do if she doesn't speak?"

Kian replied, "Whether she speaks or not doesn't affect you, does it?"Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Upon careful consideration, the manager realized that was indeed the case. After all, the club would ultimately profit, and Ayan had a stake in it. So no matter how things turned out, there were only advantages and no disadvantages.

Since not everyone participating in the bidding was part of their group, there were other people who wanted to play the game. So, regardless of the outcome, they would still make a profit.

While the manager was reporting everything to Kian, the game reached its climax-a male college student, who was undoubtedly handsome, took the stage as the final act. He allowed the people below to bid for him.

Daisy, sitting in a corner booth, also had her eyes light up. She beckoned to her secretary and whispered something in his ear. The secretary seemed momentarily surprised but then stood up.

Daisy's secretary had been in Hance City for a while and had become fluent in Mandarin. Sometimes, he could even speak a few phrases of the local Hance City dialect, so there was no longer a need for Ayar to arrange a translator.

The secretary whispered to Daisy, "Miss Daisy, is it appropriate to do this?"

Daisy glanced at him calmly and asked, "What's inappropriate about it? Go and make the arrangements now."

The secretary couldn't refuse Daisy's request and had to go and carry it out.

A few minutes later, the secretary returned with the news. He whispered to Daisy, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face. She nodded lightly and said, "Good, let's go. We're leaving."

After Daisy finished speaking, she got up. Her dedicated bartender also stood up and approached her, asking, "Miss Daisy, are you leaving so early?"

Daisy was in a good mood. She reached out to her secretary and took her bag, then pulled out a stack of cash from it and handed it to the bartender. "You guys split it. I'm off to play something else."

After saying that, Daisy left. She was

always generous like this, and the bartenders had gotten used to it. Daisy was always extravagant. Otherwise, the tips her two bartenders received would exceed their regular wages. Colleagues were naturally envious and thought the two of them had caught at wealthy woman. Many people wanted to replace them and serve Daisy, but Daisy didn't even glance at them. She was already familiar and didn't want to change.

After leaving the club, Daisy naturally went straight back to the hotel.

She returned to her room, and upon reaching the door, neither the secretary nor the bodyguard entered. The secretary just

whispered, "Miss Daisy, the pool net

has been sent over. Would you like us to accompany you inside?"

"No, I can manage on my own," Daisy smiled and pushed the door open.

Inside the room, the lights were on, and a guy was sitting on the sofa. He was dressed simply but looked handsome. When he saw Daisy, he immediately stood up, his face blushing with a hint of embarrassment. "Miss Daisy!"

"Do you know me?"

"The manager told me about you," the guy explained.

Daisy didn't ask further; she simply walked towards the guy. She slightly pursed her lips, her voice carrying a gentle smile as she asked, word by word, "Do you think I'm beautiful?"

The guy didn't respond immediately. He looked at Daisy, slightly pursed his lips, and then whispered, "Miss Daisy, you are not only beautiful, but I think the word 'sexy' suits you better." Daisy smiled. Tonight, she was wearing a black spaghetti-strap dress that accentuated her figure perfectly.

Although Daisy was a foreigner, she had fair skin and golden hair, which made her exotic charm even more prominent. Daisy shone brighter Hance City. Her features were three-dimensional, although not the delicate and exquisite beauty of an Eastern girl. But any man who liked sexy beauty would choose Daisy.

Daisy approached the man and stopped in front of him, then reached out her hand towards him gently. She held onto his arm, her voice tinged with a hint of laughter. "Are you afraid of me?"

The guy shook his head. "I've already prepared myself mentally. I thought about it before participating in this game. I need the money to treat my father."

"What happened to your father?"

The guy told her the truth, and Daisy listened carefully, her hand holding onto his arm throughout.

Daisy wasn't a soft-hearted or overly sympathetic person, so she was actually indifferent to the guy's words. To put it plainly, she didn't feel much, just quietly listening, that's all.

When the guy finished speaking, Daisy finally said, "I can help you, but I have one request."

"Miss Daisy, you have already helped me. Sitting in your room and talking to you is already helping me. You paid for the auction, and the manager has given me thirteen percent according to the rules." The money was already in the guy's hands. If he worked, he wouldn't earn that much in ten years.

After the guy finished speaking, Daisy paused briefly, then asked, "Do you want more money?" Daisy's words were straightforward, and the guy didn't know how to respond.

Daisy continued, "I can give you money, but will you play a game with me and make me happy?"