Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 668: Miss Ginger, what a coincidence, you’re shopping at the supermarket too.

"......" A friend tactfully said, "I think you’re crazy."

"I’m not crazy." Michael Joyner said, "She even gave me milk tea. I think she’s interested in me too."

"...... You really are crazy."

*

The next day, his friend invited him out for tea.

"Do you know who the beauty you were interested in yesterday is?"

As soon as he entered the private room, the friend immediately dragged him aside mysteriously.

Michael Joyner’s eyes lit up: "Did you find her name?"

"Found it." The friend gave him a sympathetic look, full of pity, "When you experience heartbreak, I can lend you my warm embrace to cry."

"... You’re disgusting."

"... You’ll have enough to cry about later." The friend poured a cup of tea and took a sip, "You remember the two bar owners from yesterday, right? I followed their lead in my search, and guess what I found?"

"Don’t keep me in suspense." Michael Joyner urged, "What’s her name?"

"Patience is a virtue." The friend crossed his legs and gestured, "You’ve recently returned from abroad, so you’re probably not aware of the power of those two owners. But you probably heard about Miss Ginger when you were younger, didn’t you?"

"Oh." Michael Joyner responded disinterestedly, "I know. The kidnapping case eighteen years ago was quite famous." At the time, although he was just a primary school student, news of Miss Ginger’s kidnapping had spread all over Banyan City, even leading his parents to decisively plan for him to study abroad.

It can be said that the kidnapping case changed a significant part of his life.

"Right, when she was in high school, you were still just a little kid." The friend teased, "Much like her son now."

Michael Joyner furrowed his brow and looked up at him.

The friend restrained his smile, staring him down.

"Hmm... Do you still not understand what I mean?"

"..." Michael Joyner, "I don’t want to understand."

The friend sympathetically patted his shoulder, "My condolences."

To them, the name "Daisy Ginger" already sounded like it belonged to their parents’ generation.

Especially during Ginger Group’s most glorious era, when their parents would come home and refer to "Daisy Ginger" as "Director Ginger," over time, in their mind, the name "Daisy Ginger" had become like that of a fifty-something middle-aged individual.

Thinking about the difference between himself and the other party,

Michael Joyner and his friend simultaneously fell silent.

After a long pause, to lighten the heavy atmosphere, his friend jokingly patted him on the shoulder.

"But I do have some good news for you. I had someone check, and she’s indeed unmarried now, without any romantic interest, so brother, you still have a chance, keep it up!"

Michael Joyner lightly pressed his hand.

Feeling a bit unwilling to give up.

*

Daisy Ginger turned off the computer and glanced at the time; it was three-thirty in the afternoon.

She stepped out of the study and called out to Erin’s room: "Erin, Mommy is going out to buy groceries; do you want to come?"

Soon, Erin appeared in front of her, carrying a little backpack.

The supermarket was nearby, about a twenty-minute walk. To ensure she got enough exercise each day, Daisy Ginger always walked there.

"Miss Ginger, what a coincidence, you’re shopping at the supermarket too."

The young gentleman stood at the supermarket entrance, smiling at her, his reddened ears unable to hide the nervousness on his face.

Daisy Ginger looked at him and couldn’t help but smile helplessly, without exposing his lie: "Yes. What a coincidence."