The Billionaire’s Maid Bride (Flanagan and Allison) novel Chapter 453

Chapter 453 

Daisy was at a loss. Having gotten into this mess, why on earth did she have to marry into the Boswell family? Was she just a trophy wife in the Boswell household? 

With a slight smile, Daisy watched Mina walk in and greeted, “Mina, I’m Daisy.” 

Mina gave Daisy a once-over. She’d seen her picture before, saying, “Hmm, have a seat.” 

“What did you want to talk about, Mina?” Daisy asked. 

Mina responded with a light smile, “I’ve only seen you in photos before. From now on, you’ll be the lady of the Boswell house. As your future mother-in-law, it’s better I get to know you now.” 

Daisy could tell, despite Mina’s calm demeanor, she didn’t feel any warmth from her. All she felt was an intangible pressure. Daisy exhaled slowly, realizing that there was more to this woman than just idle chit-chat. 

Sure enough, Mina continued, “You should be aware of Frances’ situation. Your marriage to him was arranged by the elders. You two may never have met before, but there’s no harm in getting to know each other now.” 

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Daisy didn’t have a choice, “Yes.” She forced a smile, and her words were stiff. She didn’t know what else to say at this moment. Should she admit that she was the unlucky one chosen to become the lady of the Boswell house? 

“Frances isn’t in good health. He’ll need you to take care of him. Anything that happens with Frances, big or small, I want to know about it. Got it?” Mina said. 

Daisy was taken aback. Did Mina mean for her to spy on Frances? “Um…” Daisy hesitated. 

Mina added, “Daisy, if you want Santos Jewels to thrive, you’ll do as I say. When you marry into the Boswell family, do you know who 

runs the show?” 

Daisy silently scoffed. So Mina’s goal was to control the Boswell family. Although she didn’t like it, she nodded with a smile, “I understand, Mina.” 

Mina nodded, “Good, you’re smart.” 

She turned to Ava, “Take the lady to the third floor to meet the young master.” 

Ava was quick to respond, “Yes.” Turning to Daisy, she said, “Please, follow me.” In an instant, Ava’s address towards her had changed. 

Taking a deep breath, Daisy stood up and followed Ava to the third floor. She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but the air seemed to grow colder with each step she took. By the time they reached the third floor, she felt a chill run down her spine. As Ava led her to the room at the end of the hall, Daisy could smell a strong scent of disinfectant, similar to that of a hospital. 

Upon reaching the door, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face was seated on a long bench. He frowned at the sight of Ava, clearly not pleased to see her on the third floor.