It'll Come Naturally novel Chapter 172

Finally everyone was at the table. Now they learned that Daisy was quite an excellent cook. She was a beauty in the hall and a chef in the kitchen. And they respected her even more. They all secretly envied Edward's good luck for marrying such a perfect woman.

Daisy excused herself after the meal and went upstairs to work. Edward knew she was quite busy with the upcoming military exercise. Her weary look made him heartbroken, yet he could do nothing to help. The only thing he could do was to give her a quiet working environment and not bother her.

She only just walked into the study and had hardly taken out the files when her phone rang. She frowned. Hopefully nothing had gone wrong, or she would have to stay up late tonight.

"Hello. This is Daisy." It was a strange number, yet still she answered the call. She was still confused, though.

"Hi, this is the City of Night Romance. A female customer is drunk here, we found your card in her handbag. We need you to come pick her up." The voice sounded young and vibrant.

"A female customer? How old is she?" Daisy was puzzled. The women she knew were all downstairs. Who was that woman?

"She is twenty something. Pretty, quiet. And pickled." The young man on the phone said slowly, likely because he was looking at his guest as he described her.

"Quiet and pretty?" Immediately Daisy thought of the girl on the road that morning. Could it be her? And she did give the girl her card. But was there no else to call? Well, she might as well go pick her up. She seemed nice.

"Yes. Will you come and pick her up?" The man asked hesitantly.

"Yes. City of Night Romance, right? I'll be right there. But please take good care of her before I arrive. Thank you." Quickly Daisy changed into her casual clothing, and then ran downstairs. She headed to the door in a rush.

"Honey, where are you going?" Edward got to his feet and crossed the room quickly with his heavy stride. He grasped her hand tightly.

"Well. I need to go to the City of Night Romance. I'll be back soon. Go keep our guests company." Daisy pried his hand off and put on a reassuring smile.

"No, it's too late. I'll go with you." Again Edward gripped her hand, his face looked a bit worried.

"Huh. I'm a soldier. Don't worry. I won't be hurt easily." Daisy tapped his cheek and giggled.

"Really? You don't need me to come along? Let Luke come with you." Edward removed her hand from his face. He knew that she was no average woman, but he still worried about her.

"No, I can go myself." Then Daisy smiled at the guests and trotted outside.

Leena jumped over the sofa and held Edward's arm. "Where's Daisy going?" she asked meekly.

"She has some work to do. Come on. We have a game to play." Edward just broke out Warp, a strange rule-bending card game in which you win by going out first. It made him laugh, he'd thought he'd try it with his guests. They stopped as Daisy came down.

This time Daisy didn't drive her VW Polo, but the fancy Ferrari. She was in a rush, and only the Ferrari was fast enough for her.

The sleek car slunk through the streets, tinged by the colorful neon lights. Daisy kept her coolness, despite her confusion. She just focused on steering, switching lanes and overtaking these cars one by one. Smoothly, she drove to the City of Night Romance.

The moment Daisy stepped into the City of Night Romance, she felt its corrupt and sensuous night life -- the flickering light, loud music, luscious smell -- a typical night club. Soon she locked her eyes on the waifish figure beside the bar. That gave her some relief. But several men were harassing her. Daisy frowned in anger.

"Hottie, alone, huh? How about playing with us?" Several thugs surrounded her. One of them held her fair wrist tightly, trying to pull her off the bar stool.

"Get off me. Fuck off! You... You disgusting gutter trash." Her raven hair covered half of her pretty face. She was trying to avert her eyes from the harsh lights on the dance floor. She tried to get her hand back.

"Us? Disgusting? Bitch! Who are you, then? You're all sluts, so quit playing innocent. You're lucky we're paying attention to you. You should be fucking grateful!" With his threat, he also tightened his grip, his face displaying an evil smile of victory.

"Let the girl go. Or I can't be responsible for what happens next." Her cold and cruel voice carried over the loud music and attracted the crowd's attention.

"Talk about luck, new girl's even hotter than this bitch here." Thugs were called that for a reason. Even with a girl as ruthless as Daisy, they'd flirt. They never knew how to behave themselves.

"What? You're not gonna let go of her?" Daisy's cold face turned impatient, scowling at the thug holding the girl. She had a devil's aura -- the crowd shuddered and suddenly got goosebumps.

"Wow. That hottie has a hot temper, huh? That's okay. It's better when they fight back." They moved in on her, hoping to at least frighten her. They wanted to be tigers, waiting to pounce on their prey. They didn't know they were merely jackals instead.