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

When Daisy Zane went to see Robinson Scott. he had already calmed down.

But his calmness was somewhat extreme.

She opened the door for Daisy Zane, simply called out “Brother Nine”, and entered the room.

Upon seeing her reaction, Daisy Zane raised an eyebrow and followed her into the living room.

Then, on the living room’s tea table, she noticed his gun.

Robinson Scott sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette first, then while smoking it, began cleaning his weapon.

Daisy Zane sat directly on the tea table, looking at him and asked, “Have you remembered what happened?”

“I can’t remember.” Robinson Scott took the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled out smoke, “I truly blacked out from drinking.”

Daisy Zane picked up the cigarette and lighter from the tea table and lit one herself: “What if you forced yourself on someone?”

“I forced him? I forced him!” Robinson Scott threw the gun on the tea table and pointed at himself, “Brother Nine, look at me! Look at my face, my body, my situation. Would I coerce him? Even if I were to get a gigolo, I wouldn’t glance twice at him!”

Indeed, Robinson Scott was very handsome with an exotic look, and a great physique, while also being cute.

The phrase ‘western beauty’ probably referred to Robinson Scott’s appearance.

Daisy Zane took a gentle puff on her cigarette, her slender fingers holding it, as she flicked the ash into a tray, “I just think… no one could coerce you.”

After a pause, she continued: “Even if you were drunk.”

“I…” Robinson Scott’s attitude suddenly diminished, “I truly can’t remember, I have absolutely no impression.”

“Did something really happen then?” Daisy Zane asked while looking at him.

Robinson Scott stared at Daisy Zane through a thin layer of smoke, thought seriously for a moment and responded, “I am not too sure, just that after waking up, I had a headache and aching all over. After seeing Allonzo Hobson near me, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to resist killing him, so I came back here first.

Daisy Zane: .

The two of them stared at each other in silence. Nobody said anything and continued their peaceful stare-off.

Just when Daisy Zane was about to say something, the doorbell rang.

Both of them looked towards the entrance, paused for a moment, and Robinson Scott extinguished his cigarette in the tray and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened and he saw who was standing outside, flames seemed to rise straight out of Robinson Scott’s head.

“You dare come!” Robinson Scott randomly grabbed something from the doorway and without even looking, threw it out.

Allonzo Hobson dodged to the side, confused, “What are you doing? I kindly came to deliver your clothes, why are you hitting me?”

“I, I…” Overwhelmed with rage, Robinson Scott didn’t forget to drag him in for a beating.

He grabbed Allonzo Hobson by the collar and pulled him into the room.

“Hey, wait, what are you doing?” Allonzo Hobson was pulled into the room by him, “Robinson Scott, don’t force me to fight back…hey!”

Robinson Scott threw him onto the sofa, casually picked up the gun beside him and pointed it at his head.

“Hey? That’s not a fair play.” Allonzo Hobson raised his hands, “Oh, Sister Brook, you are here too.”

Daisy Zane glanced at him, stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, and then shifted to the side, making more space for the two of them.

“What happened?” Allonzo Hobson looked puzzled, “Did I provoke you? You drank too much last night and were almost taken away by a pretty boy, I was the one who brought you back. You even threw up all over me, yet I didn’t get angry. Why are you upset?”

“Bullshit, I woke up in your bed this morning.” Robinson Scott jabbed him again with the gun, “Don’t tell me that pretty boy was you.”

Allonzo Hobson shifted a bit, but Robinson Scott’s gun followed him, so he stopped moving: “No way, you don’t think I did something to you, do you?” Robinson Scott’s face looked colder than before.

Allonzo Hobson noticing her silent agreement, was so shocked that he was speechless. After swallowing hard, he spoke again, “You were so drunk last night you couldn’t even recognize me. You refused to take your room card so I couldn’t get us into your room. I was about to get you another room, but you kept following me.”

“I followed you! But would I follow you?!”

“Yeah.” Allonzo Hobson noticed her frustration and suddenly found it a bit cute, unable to help himself from smiling, “I went to my room and you kept following me like a ghost. I felt chills down my spine.”

Daisy Zane was silently watching them both.

“You’re the ghost! How come it didn’t kill you!”

Allonzo Hobson looked at her, and continued: “You, sticking to me like a plaster, I couldn’t even shake you off. And the moment we entered my room, you threw up on me. I dumped you in the living room and went to take a shower. And then…”

“What happened after that?!”

“Then I forgot about you.” Allonzo Hobson scratched his nose, “I had a good sleep and only then I remembered you. When I came out to check on you, your legs were on the sofa, while your upper body was on the carpet. I’ve never seen such a sleeping position before.”

“You made me sleep on the carpet?!”

“It was you who chose to sleep on the carpet. I was kind enough to move you to the sofa.”

Robinson Scott, seeing that he didn’t appear to be lying, paused before asking, “Then why did I wake up in your bed, my, my clothes were off!”

When Allonzo Hobson heard the first part of her sentence, he was all geared up to counter her. But upon hearing the second part, his face turned quite colorful.

His mind went blank as if someone had hit him with a hammer.

Damn! This is a big deal!

“Speak up.” Robinson Scott snarled.

“I didn’t do anything.” Allonzo Hobson’s voice softened a few degrees, his tone became gentle. Instead of denying things forcefully, he just stated the facts, “I didn’t drink much yesterday. I was sober. After I put you on the sofa, I went to bed. I slept till just now. I had no idea when you left. I just brought your clothes over when I saw them on my side.”

“Really?!” Robinson Scott, who was bending over from fatigue, stepped onto the sofa, “Then why did I wake up with a stiff waist and back pain?”

“Sis, your sleeping position is just like those immortal practitioners.” Allonzo Hobson said, “It would be strange if you weren’t in pain.” Robinson Scott thought he made some sense.

“Did you really do nothing?”

Allonzo Hobson shook his head.

After staying silent for a while, Robinson Scott suddenly burst out: “Damn it! A stunning beauty lies by your bed and you did nothing? Are you even a man?! Or are you impotent?!” Allonzo Hobson: “???”

Daisy Zane: .

“Damn…” Allonzo Hobson took a deep breath, swallowed, “You’re truly eccentric.”

“You call me eccentric?!”

Hearing them arguing, Daisy Zane massaged her temples. Without disturbing the two, she left the room.

Returning to her own room, once entering the living room, she saw Kevin Clark who had just taken a shower was drinking water.

Dressed in a black robe, with water still dripping from his hair.

His throat was moving, eyes slightly reddened, the robe slightly loose around the neck, revealing a glimpse of his muscle lines…

He completely resembled a fairy who had just taken a bath.

After watching for a couple of seconds, Daisy Zane suddenly whistled, and casually said: “Third Master, you took a bath, huh?”