The dark night, Daisy Buchanan walked out of Gatsby Mansion in disarray.
Out of options, she could only go to the police station to report the case.
“Im sorry, miss, we can only file a missing persons report after 24 hours, we cant help you now.” The police officer flatly refused her report.
“My mother has been missing, I have a witness, the director said she was taken away by a stranger, you are the peoples police, you cant ignore this!” Daisy, in a state of loss, clung to the police officers hand, refusing to let go.
“Miss, even if you hold onto me, we cant file a case for you now, come back after 24 hours.”
Daisy numbly released her hand, she looked helplessly and awkwardly around at the pointing fingers, and once again searched the city alone.
It wasnt until the next afternoon that Daisy, with heavy steps, entered the police station again.
Suddenly, a group of reporters, like sharks smelling blood, surrounded her tightly.
“Miss Buchanan! I heard that your father used unscrupulous means to help you climb to the position of Mrs. Gatsby, is that true?”
“Miss Buchanan! Your father, dissatisfied with being a subordinate, deliberately drove and killed the former chairman of Gatsby Enterprises, what is your opinion on this?”
“Miss Buchanan, has your father ever been favored by the former director? Is it really a case of a dog biting Lu Dongbin? It is said that Mr. Gatsby is going to annul the engagement with you, what is your opinion on this?!”
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Dense and sharp questions pressed Daisy to the bottom of the crowd, she could only curl up, defending herself desperately, “No, its not, its not! …”
“Report a case, I want to report a case...”
Daisy tried to escape, but was surrounded on all sides, feeling dizzy, breathing becoming more and more difficult, just as she felt she was about to suffocate, suddenly, a familiar embrace blocked those intrusive gazes for her, and the surroundings became quiet again.
A cold voice rang out: “Any questions, direct them to the legal department of Gatsby Enterprises!”
She looked up at Jay Gatsbys stern and handsome profile, numbly taken to a black Bentley.
Jay Gatsby looked down at her, not saying a word.
“Jay, no! Mr. Gatsby, please save my mother.” Daisy squatted on the ground, tears in her eyes, looking at him without dignity.
“Saving is possible, hand over the twenty percent of shares you hold.” He closed his eyes slightly, coldly speaking.
“Okay.” Out of options, in Seaview, a word from Gatsby could send them to an endless hell.
“And your heart.”
Jay Gatsbys calm voice was as straight as a line, without a trace of emotion, but it directly smashed her into the abyss.
“...”
“That share originally belonged to the Gatsby family, it was just obtained by your father through unscrupulous means under the guise of marriage, now its just returning to its rightful owner.”
“Is it for Catherine Kitty Genovese? Have you never loved me, all youve ever wanted is this heart, right?!”
Daisys voice trembled, feeling a roar in her brain.
“Yes, you are useless except for that heart.”
The cold voice was like a needle of ice, each word a prick into her broken heart.
The last bit of strength was dismantled, a sweet liquid welled up from the depths of her throat, she panicked and tightly closed her lips, turning her head to swallow it into her stomach.
“Ha ha... What if I dont agree?” She hung her head, laughing bitterly.
“The surgery is scheduled for six months from now.” He didnt care about her response at all, just informing her.
“Jay Gatsby, have you ever loved me? Have you ever been moved by me? Even for a minute or a second?” Daisy looked at his face, hoping to find a trace of care.