The Big Shot’s Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy Chapter 325 – Handwriting

Chapter 325: Chapter 301: Handwriting

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Daisy Zane went to take a shower, and Kevin Clark went to the balcony to make several phone calls.

He originally wanted to go back to his own room to take a shower, but he was afraid that Gael Easton would barge in, so he didn’t leave.

After Daisy finished her shower, Kevin dried her hair and let her sleep first. Then he went to the washroom to take a shower himself.

By the time he came out, Daisy was already asleep.

As usual, she was wrapped in the quilt.

Kevin walked to the side of the bed, gently pulling down the quilt. Then he stretched his hand under her neck, gently turning her face straight.

He took a towel soaked in hot water, covered her eyes, helping to relieve her fatigue.

When the towel cooled down a bit, he went to the restroom to re-soak it in hot water before returning to put it back on her eyes.

As soon as he placed the towel on her eyes for the second time, Daisy’s mouth moved.

“Kevin Clark, I just need to sleep. You should sleep too.” She knew Kevin had lifted her quilt, but she was too sleepy and didn’t want to talk.

Kevin leaned down and kissed her lips: “Sleep, I will apply the towel for a while, then I will sleep.”

“Mhm.”

And so, Kevin changed towels five times, and his hair had dried naturally before he quietly lay down on the bed.

After he lay down, he saw that Daisy was sound asleep. After a while, he reached under her neck and gently held her in his arms.

His hand held hers, then he kissed the back of her neck before feeling content and falling asleep.

Meanwhile, outside the door, there was still someone waiting for Kevin to be kicked out.

Gael Easton waited outside for more than an hour, but there was no sign of Kevin coming out.

He paced around outside, rubbing off two strands of hair in frustration.

The more he thought about it, the more agitated and angry he became.

Unfortunately, he had just annoyed Daisy and didn’t dare to barge in or knock on the door.

That damn girl, she was really with another man! And things had gotten to this point!

What did he lack compared to that Clark guy?

As he thought about it, Gael paced around the corridor a few more times.

Then he took out his cell phone and looked at himself.

Gael carefully examined himself, thinking that he was unprecedentedly handsome. As a visually driven creature, Daisy shouldn’t have her eyes on someone else.

He couldn’t understand why, he just couldn’t understand.

As he paced round and round, Wilton Edwards saw Charles Amos fall asleep and came down from the upper floor.

Today, Charles had gone to bed early, but after Gael’s arrival, he brought stinky tofu directly to Charles’s room.

He forcefully woke up Charles, then stunk him out of the bed.

So, to escape the smell and Gael, Charles had fled to the guest room upstairs.

“Mr. Easton.”

Gael was startled by him and stood upright when he saw it was Wilton. He straightened his back and said, “Wilton, Charles went to bed, huh?”

“Yes, he just went to bed.” Wilton smiled, “Mr. Easton, I’ve cleaned up your room. You should also rest early.”

Gael looked at Daisy’s room again, then at the room next to her, and pointed to the nearest one, “I’ll stay here.”

“Well  Mr. Easton. That’s Third Master’s room.”

“He has more rooms.” Gael hung his chest, “He still has rooms here. Is he freeloading off Daisy? Doesn’t his family have a house? Why does he have to live here?”

Wilton laughed awkwardly, not saying anything.

Gael looked at Daisy’s room again, wanting to kick the door.

But he was in the wrong today, so he let Wilton lead the way back to the guesthouse.

The night was deep and dark, with only a hint of moonlight, obscured by the darkness, making the night even more intense.

On the easternmost edge of the Imperial Capital stood an ancient manor house, brightly lit with countless lanterns, defiantly bantering with the darkness of the night.

The manor’s size was hard to gauge, with excellent feng shui and layout.

Standing tall in the darkness, the combination of ancient and modern architecture added a touch of mystery to the manor.

If one looked down upon the entire estate, they would find that the layout of the houses could form a totem.

Especially at night, the lights illuminated the houses, and from the sky above, it was easy to see the shape of the totem.

It was the Lane Family totem.

Symbolizing nobility and honor.

Olivia Lane had a drink with Roy Madison in the evening, went to bed early and slept well.

But shortly before one in the morning, she suddenly woke up, startling her ragdoll cat in her arms.

She lay on her side in bed, suddenly opening her eyes, tears still pooling in them.

After a while, the tears in her eyes fell and wetted her pillow.

After another moment, she sat up, holding the cat and stroking its fur, recalling the vague dream she had just had.

She could only remember it had something to do with her sister, but she couldn’t recall the specifics.

It was just heartbreaking, painful enough to make her feel as if she were trapped in a nightmare.

The cat was happy to be petted, purring contentedly after a while.

Olivia caressed it for a while longer, then turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed, and went to the study in her room. She brought out the scroll written by Daisy Zane, which she had tucked away in a book.

Since bringing it home last Friday, she had kept it hidden in the book.

She was afraid her brother might discover her secret, so she planned to wait until he left for the F Continent before going to her sister’s room to compare the handwriting.

But now, she suddenly wanted to do so very much.

To want and desire.

Picking up the scroll, Olivia checked the time. It was almost one o’clock in the morning, and her brother should be asleep by now, so he shouldn’t discover her.

Holding the cat in one hand and the scroll in the other, she took a deep breath and left her room.

Charlotte Lane’s room was next to Olivia’s. Although both rooms were large, in addition to the bedchambers themselves, there was a cloakroom, a makeup room, and a study – all larger than the average bedroom.

Their personal spaces were quite substantial.

So to go from Olivia’s room to Charlotte’s room, a few extra steps were required.

For the first time, Olivia had the feeling of being a thief in her own home. Finally reaching her sister’s door, she looked left and right, saw no one, and quickly went in.

Upon entering the room, she turned on the light.

The room’s layout was much the same as hers, with everything left as it used to be. Clothes were replaced with new seasonal wear, and the room was regularly cleaned.

It didn’t look like a room left untouched for ten years but instead seemed as if someone had just stayed there last night and was out for the evening without returning.

Olivia quickly scanned the room and headed straight for the study.

Arriving at the desk, she stood for a moment, then opened the drawer and took out all the copies of her sister’s handwriting.

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She placed the writing samples on the left and the scroll on the right.

Olivia carefully examined the handwriting, even turning on the desk lamp for better light.

After looking through the writing samples, she found several more scrolls written by Charlotte Lane, and carefully compared them with Daisy Zane’s scroll again.

After the comparison, her hand resting on the desk clenched into a fist. She gazed at the two scrolls for a long time.

Then, whether due to weak legs or an unsteady center of gravity, she suddenly fell onto the chair behind her