Daisy was wearing a tight ck leather jacket, long blonde wavy hair draped over her shoulders and hanging, wearing ck sunsses, stepping on a dozen centimeters of hate height, leaning against the car door with her arms around her chest.


    That posture, the perfect curve perfectly presented, proper sexy young woman, the beauty is intoxicating.


    The 30 to 40 year olds can still maintain such a perfect body, really let people envy.


    But the point is …


    “Why is she here?” Margarita Jones, who was dressed in red like fire, raised her hand and pushed the silver-gray sses on the bridge of her nose, came up to Vivian and asked in a whisper.


    Vivian saw Daisy and was equally guarded.


    Although Houghton and Cindere Sabastian died while in the Hidden Tribe, Daisy was released by Martin Baron.


    Only Vivian never expected to meet Daisy here.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    As soon as she saw her, Vivian was inexplicably uneasy.


    Seeing the two of them slowing down, Daisy straightened up and walked towards them, raising her hand to remove the sunsses on her face and greeting them in a friendly manner, “Long time no see, Miss Vivian.”


    Her eyes nced up and down at Margarita Jones, her red lips slightly hooked, “Hello, Miss Margarita.”


    “What brings you here?” Vivian questioned, not wanting to hide anything from her.


    Since she knew that Marilyn Baron had now changed her name to ‘Margarita Jones’, she must have done a lot of research.


    It’s just that Vivian didn’t know what Daisy’s purpose was for suddenly appearing.


    “Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself.”


    Daisy hung her sunsses on the V-neckline of her leotard and raised her hand to tease her blonde curls, “I’m currently working at Will’s Private Detective Agency and was instructed by President Sean toe and pick up the two of you on purpose.”


    “Isn’t Will’s Detective Agency yourpany?” Margarita Jones tilted her head and spoke next to Vivian’s ear.


    Vivian remembered that Sean had told her that there was a good-looking and smart woman in thepany, and Sean had sent her information to her email address.


    But Vivian had been so busy these days that she hadn’t bothered to read the information Sean had sent her.


    “Margarita Jones, go wait outside for a while.” Vivian gave a wink to Margarita Jones.


    Margarita Jones gave an ‘OK’ gesture, put her sunsses on again, and walked out with an elegant stride, swaying.


    The C woman’s silhouette is clear, her features are three-dimensional, blonde hair and blue eyes, and her body is tall, but aparison with Margarita Jones, instantly eclipsed, she seems to have be the focus of the audience, attracting many men to look at, and even whistling at her.


    “Is it to seek revenge for Houghton?”


    Vivian is straightforward, “The matter of the Hidden Tribe hase to an end, and it is time to put an end to it, Daisy, you should not hold on to the past.”


    The memory of the Crypton tribe seems to be a painful one.


    Houghton watched her grow up, and the two of them had a bond that was greater than family.


    If she hadn’t had to, Vivian wouldn’t have watched Houghton die at the hands of Deborah Baron’s gun.


    “Am I that narrow-minded in your mind?” Daisy a pair of turquoise blue pupils rippled withughter, “the teacher dying before thest words, let me protect you for life. This is … my mission!”


    She was talking about Houghton.


    Vivian thought of that time Martin Baron gave her a jade pendant, saying that Houghton gave it to Daisy, and then Daisy asked Martin Baron to give it to her.


    The memory of the past, the mind can not help but float Houghton’s voice and smile, a scene, enough to make her deep in grief.