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

“Arthur, what’s going on, what happened?”

After leaving the parking lot of Doomsday Hotel, Johanes Miles couldn’t even walk a step. His legs were weak and his back was hurting, so the driver took him to the hospital first.

After the examination, it turned out that his bones were not injured, but there was a large swelling on his back. Johanes Miles couldn’t even walk straight; he could only be supported by others, bending and grimacing, having to stop every few steps.

He had to lie down on the back seat on the way back.

Apart from the pain, his face was flushed with shame. He had never felt so humiliated before.

“What happened? Did you have a car accident?” Charles Hobson hurried over to help him, but ended up touching the painful area, causing Johanes Miles to gasp in pain.

“Dad, what’s wrong with you? You should go to the hospital right away.” Amelia Miles hurried over as well.

The driver slowly supported him and said, “Madam, young lady, Sir’s back is injured and swollen. We’ve already been to the hospital; the doctor said he’ll be fine after resting for a while.”

They helped him walk to the sofa. After adjusting his position several times, he finally sat down with difficulty.

After the driver left, the maid poured a glass of water. Charles Hobson handed him the cup and asked, “What happened?”

“All thanks to that damn girl.” Johanes Miles said angrily.

“Who?” Charles Hobson and his daughter exchanged glances, “Daisy Zane?”

“Who else could it be?”

Old Master Miles, who had been staying at the Miles Family’s residence recently, heard the commotion and came out, “What’s going on? What happened to Daisy?”

“What happened?” Johanes Miles, who had always been filial and never raised his voice to Old Master, spoke with a heavy tone today, “She tried to kill your son!”

Old Master Miles leaned on his cane and walked to the sofa. He was taken aback by Johanes Miles’ tone and noticed his pale face and awkward sitting posture, so he asked, “What happened? Are you injured?”

“I almost died!” Johanes Miles picked up the glass of water from the tea table and threw it across the room.

The sound of the glass shattering startled everyone, and Johanes Miles winced in pain as he grabbed his back, his face contorted in agony. “She hired a bunch of thugs to surround me in Doomsday Hotel’s parking lot. They beat me and warned me that if I hinder her development in the entertainment industry, they’ll kill me and make Miles Group go bankrupt! What a big mouth she has! What incredible skills! To have someone beat up her own father!”

“Don’t get too angry and hurt yourself further.” Instead of saying anything else, Charles Hobson comforted Johanes Miles, rubbing his chest to help him calm down. “You’re injured, don’t get so worked up.”

“Yeah, Dad, is there some misunderstanding here? Sister, how could she know such people?” Amelia Miles said.

“What misunderstanding?! They even mentioned her name!” Johanes Miles brushed Charles Hobson’s hand away, “Don’t call her ‘sister,’ she’s not your sister! I, Johanes Miles, don’t have such a daughter! I’m saying this today; as long as I’m alive, she’ll never set foot in the Miles Family’s door again.”

Old Master Miles knew that the words were directed at him. He walked over and sat on the opposite sofa, touching his cane as he asked, “How is the injury?

Did you go to the hospital?”

Johanes Miles didn’t answer.

Seeing this, Charles Hobson said, “Dad, we’ve already been to the hospital. The doctor said it’s nothing serious, but he needs to rest for a while.”

Old Master Miles nodded. After a while, he said, “Who are the people who surrounded you? How dare they do it in Doomsday Hotel’s parking lot, did you check the surveillance?”

“I asked my assistant to inquire; Doomsday Hotel was forthcoming and showed us the surveillance. But the footage from the parking lot was stopped at that time. Doomsday Hotel said it was broken and just got repaired.”

“Being able to control Doomsday Hotel’s parking lot and its surveillance, this person is no simple matter.”

“Dad, your son almost lost his life there, yet you’re still wondering whether that person’s background is simple or not.” Johanes Miles was about to explode from anger. “No, it’s not simple. The person behind Daisy Zane is not simple. But even so, they’re just a gang of thugs, bandits! What can they achieve, and what are they worth?”

Charles Hobson and Amelia Miles exchanged secret glances, with a hint of amusement in their eyes.

“Doomsday Hotel is like a den of iniquity. The Lane Family’s waters run deep; it’s no big deal to them if they have one or two unsavory secrets. Who would dare to oppose the Lane Family?” Johanes Miles continued. “What kind of outcome can one expect from associating with such people? Once something happens, they’ll be the first to be sold out.”

Old Master Miles remained silent.

Seeing him wavering, Johanes Miles went on, “Dad, I’ve said it before, a countryside girl like her, what skill could she have? Besides associating with a bunch of unsavory thugs and bandits, what else can she do? What kind of society is this, where we still resort to violence to solve problems? As for the Destiny Star entering her life, you believed it just like that.”

Old Master Miles still didn’t say anything. After sitting for a while, he went upstairs on his own.

Kevin Clark called Daisy Zane as soon as he left the parking lot, but the call didn’t even last five minutes.

Third Master Clark looked at his call log and sighed deeply.

When he was arguing with people, he could talk non-stop and never lost a battle. However, in normal conversations, he barely said anything, as if he was too lazy to even open his mouth.

Kevin Clark sat in the car looking out the window, his lips curling up slightly.

What would happen if they were in a long-distance relationship in the future?

It would be bad enough not being able to see each other, but they wouldn’t even be able to talk much either.

“Third Master, Miss Maxwell ranked first in shooting in her military assessment this time.” Thomas Firway suddenly said.

Kevin Clark clipped a high-definition still from the final scene of a movie that Daisy Zane starred in and set it as his chat wallpaper, ignoring Thomas’s words.

Thomas glanced at Kevin and thought of Daisy Zane’s face, which made him angry. What was so good about that woman, besides her face?

No family background, no education, no talent. She couldn’t cook, couldn’t fight, couldn’t shoulder responsibilities, and was empty-handed.

Literally good for nothing.

What was wrong with his Third Master? He ignored the excellent Miss Maxwell in the Imperial Capital and came to this place to serve such a person.

Worse still, this woman barely said a word to him, cold and distance, as if she always kept people thousands of miles away from her.

When did his Third Master suffer such treatment?

Miss Maxwell was better in every aspect. She was talented in both culture and martial arts, everything one could want.

“Third Master, while you were away from Imperial Capital, Miss Maxwell visited the old mansion every now and then to see your father and Madam. She’d accompany them on walks, listen to operas together, and go shopping with Madam.”

“Thomas, I’ll send you to the military district.” Kevin Clark said softly.

His voice sent chills down Thomas’s spine, and he swallowed, “Third Master, I was wrong.”

Kevin glanced at him, and after cautioning him with his eyes, said nothing, and turned his attention to his phone contacts.

He sent a message to someone named William Lane: [I borrowed your hotel tonight. When are you coming back to Imperial Capital? I’ll have someone send you a few rare lotus plants.]

A few minutes later, William Lane replied: [Don’t bother, I don’t want them. They’ll just die and I’ll have to pay for them!]

The next day at seven o’clock in the morning, the drama crew held the opening ceremony.

Important actors had arrived at the scene.

The director and producer spoke first, briefly introducing the actors present. Then came the ritual of burning incense and praying.

The director, producer, and screenwriter went first, followed by the male and female leads.

Daisy Zane waited in the back. After the two leads finished their prayers and stood aside…

She stepped forward with the incense stick…

When she was two or three steps away from the incense burner, the female lead suddenly stretched her leg towards Daisy’s feet.

If she tripped, not only would it be a bad omen at this time, but if she stumbled forward, it would also be easy for her to hit the incense burner and ruin her face.

Then the show would be over.

Many people saw the female lead’s move, some of them watching for fun, others feeling concerned.

Hill Dawson even called out to Daisy.

However, it was too late, as Daisy had already stepped forward.

But just as the female lead was feeling triumphant, she herself fell to the ground, right next to Daisy’s feet.

The sudden turn of events transformed her smug expression instantly into one of panic, and it was hilarious.

She really underestimated Daisy Zane’s observational skills, reaction speed, agility, and the fact that she could have easily broken her leg if she used a little more force.

Everyone looked over.

Daisy Zane looked down at her, quietly saying, “I’ll play the role well, there’s no need to kowtow to me, or go out of your way to show me such respect.”

As Hill Dawson ran over, she heard this sentence. While holding in her laughter, she and the female lead’s assistant, as well as the male lead, quickly helped her up and exchanged pleasantries.

The female lead was called Lilian Lopez. She glared at Daisy Zane, but due to the crowd, she couldn’t come up with a suitable retort for a long time.

Daisy didn’t pay her any more attention, went to the middle, and prayed. Then she inserted the incense in the incense burner.

She looked up at the wisps of smoke rising above the incense burner, drifting towards the sky, and touched the pendant inside her clothes….