Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 722: George Stephens and Erin

After Edward Stephens returned to the Stephens family, he was approached several times by both the old and young members of the Stephens family, and the meetings always went late into the night.

Seeing that the man’s expression was becoming increasingly irritable, the group seemed to understand that there was no point in talking to Edward Stephens, so they turned to Lady Stephens, trying to get her to plead with Robert Stephens on their behalf.

Robert Stephens had entangled interests with so many people in the Stephens family, and no one wanted him to lose power just like that, so they were racking their brains trying to get him out of jail.

However, Lady Stephens had no say in front of Edward Stephens, so this matter was likely settled, and no one’s words would change it.

After finally accepting that persuading Edward Stephens was hopeless, Daisy Ginger finally had a few peaceful days.

Early one morning, Lady Stephens sent over some rose pastries.

Over the years, under the tutelage of a pastry chef, her culinary skills gradually came onto the right track, evolving from a pile of carbonized substances to something barely edible.

Daisy Ginger went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, and then she went downstairs to feed Erin Ginger a few pieces of rose pastry. Erin, with a slight frown on her delicate brows, reluctantly ate one piece, put the rest in her pocket, and went out to feed the birds in the garden while she painted.

These things Daisy Ginger naturally did not know.

*

In the morning, the sunlight was just right.

Lil’ Erin, carrying her easel, found a secluded corner of the garden to feed the birds for a while, then squeezed out some paint and began mixing colors.

Suddenly, there was a soft rustling sound from the bushes in the corner. Erin paused in her actions, focused intently on the bushes with her eyes — she thought it would be some small animal, a snake, or a frog, but unexpectedly, out came a person.

"Ah..."

Even someone as calm as she couldn’t help but let out a little yelp.

"You little pipsqueak, what are you shouting about? Hurry up and come help me out of here!"

The person who had emerged from the bushes bared his teeth at her.

"..." Erin sat on the bench, holding her paintbrush. Upon hearing this, she pursed her lips and looked at him with a clear, indifferent gaze.

"You must be getting back at me..." George Stephens mumbled a bit when he saw her sitting there motionless, and then used all his strength to crawl out of the bushes.

His face was gray and dirty, his hair a mess like a bird’s nest with bits of dead leaves, and his clothes filthy, resembling a little beggar.

Erin looked at his dirtiness, knitted her small brows, picked up her easel and bench, and distanced herself with evident disdain.

Just like Edward Stephens, she had a bit of cleanliness obsession, and couldn’t stand such "dirty things."

Seeing her disdainful expression, George Stephens snarled at her, "You just wait! When I get out, I’ll beat you up in the muddy ground!"

Erin glanced at him coolly and declared, "You won’t get out."

Indeed, George Stephens was unable to get out. He struggled for more than ten minutes before having to accept that he was thoroughly stuck in those bushes.

Exhausted and lying on the ground gasping, he said to Erin, "Hey, you little pipsqueak, go get someone."

Erin walked over, squatted down in front of him, and gazed at him with eyes as cool as a cat’s.

George Stephens frowned, "What is it? Hey, you little pipsqueak, are you listening when I tell you to go get someone?"

Erin took a rose pastry out of her pocket and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Having run out of the house without having breakfast, George Stephens was already hungry. Seeing the rose pastry in her hand, it seemed familiar, "This thing..."

Before he could finish speaking, Erin stuffed it into his mouth.

"Ugh." George Stephens tasted it, his brows furrowing more and more tightly, and spat it out, "Why does this thing taste so awful?"