"Exclusive scoop! The Croft family's third investment failure this year has been revealed, sources disclose the Croft family's funds are short and they are on the verge of bankruptcy!"
This news published by a elite magazine in the West district has changed the climate of the district in just one day.
The magazine details the three investment failures of the Croft family within this year, even inviting a financial expert to analyze the reason for the failure and the possibility of the Croft family declaring bankruptcy within three months. The illustration features a picture of the Croft family's patriarch leaving the stock exchange after their investment failure last month. In the photo, Croft patriarch keeps his head down, his eyes drooping, exhibiting a dejected and dispirited expression.
Just one morning after, the bankruptcy of the Croft Corporation seems to have become an accepted conclusion.
Early in the morning, at the Croft family's dining table.
The Croft patriarch leisurely picks up a few newspapers on the table and starts reading. When he sees the unfavorable comments about the Croft Corporation, there are no strong reactions, just a slight furrowing of brows, a hint of worry flashes across his scholarly face.
Shaking his head lightly, before ordering the servants to put the newspaper aside, a woman walks down from inside.
The woman is adorned in a pure white dress, so bright it draws attraction. There is a faint, mocking smile on her face, her long eyelashes are slightly trembling, her flawless white skin is covered by a hint of rouge, the thin lips looking like a red plum blossoming in the snow, poised yet bewitching.
"Dad," After a soft call, Daisy Croft takes a seat right next to Croft patriarch, takes the newspaper he just put down. Seeing the news about the Croft Corporation, she remains indifferent and turns over the page.
"Daisy dear," A flash of concern passes through Croft patriarch's deep black eyes. "Daisy, don't worry too much about this. There are plenty who are there in good times, but very few who stick around in hard times. Every family goes through a downfall, there will always be some taking advantage of the situation, don't take it to heart."
"I know, dad." Daisy looks up, her cold, clear eyes offer a view straight to her soul. She casually puts the newspaper under her arm, rolls her lips, her cold gaze reveals no temperature. "Dad, you're not in good health, you don't need to worry about it. As long as I'm here, Croft Corporation will not declare bankruptcy."
She plasters a faint smile on her face, her gaze shifting to an unknown place, Daisy picks up the cup next to her and takes a sip of milk, leaving drops of milk on her scarlet lips. "Croft Corporation was built from scratch by you and mom. I would never let it be ruined in my hands."
"Daisy dear…"
Croft patriarch's pupils instantly contract, his eyes filled with concern for his daughter.
He understands how ruthless the competitors in the market are. He has been a part of the marketplace for many years. Daisy, at just twenty-three, not yet mature enough, can't face these wolves alone.
Croft's father's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of someone, and quickly cast his gaze at Daisy, his voice carried a thread of joy, "Daisy, if I remember correctly, your grandfather and the Sterling family's patriarch were acquainted, and they once arranged a marriage between you and David Sterling. At that time, this marriage arrangement was just a joke between them, it was unclear whether it was considered valid."
"Really?" Daisy didn't know about this, this was the first time hearing it from his father, and suddenly his interest was piqued, his eyes glowed with curiosity.
Daisy's father nodded, "Hmm, that's true. If you do have a marriage agreement with David, I believe Sterling family can assist us greatly in this crucial moment."
"No way." Daisy listened to his father, suddenly scoffed, looked away, drank the remaining milk in the glass in one gulp, and placed the glass back on the coffee table lightly, "Dad, you once said, helping is goodwill, not helping is their duty. Who knows if the Sterling family is a family that sticks to their duty?"
Daisy grinned, the meaning of his words was clear.
"However, I will still pay a visit to the Sterling family. I will use my utmost effort to get Sterling family to agree, just..." Daisy suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were all filled with calm, "Dad, it's better not to hold too many hopes."
Having said that, a bright smile emerged on his usually cold face, which could make the sun lost its color, yet reflected an endless indifference.
After breakfast, Daisy didn't even go to the Croft Corp, but directly drove to the Sterling family property.
The Sterling family's main house was in the suburbs, a very large villa estate. Looking around, the wall was endless, and all around were black-clothed men with guns strapped on their waists. They were guarding this area, ensuring its security.
Croft family and Sterling family were totally different. Croft family was just a second-rate family, a corporation established half a century ago by Daisy's grandfather. The Sterling family, on the other hand, had a history of more than three hundred years. It could be said that in the entire Eastwood district, or even the whole Icestone district, no family could rival the Sterling family.
But if the Sterling family was willing to lend a hand to the Croft family, Daisy believed that the crisis of the Croft Corp would be manageable.
Thinking about this, Daisy's eyes seemed to grow deeper, contemplating his own calculations. The car slowly pulled up to the villa's front gate, and seeing the carved black iron gate, Daisy's car was stopped abruptly.
"Miss, this is a private area. Please leave."
The doorman's voice was neither loud nor low, just enough for Daisy to hear, his voice was clear and straightforward, not afraid of any big shot sitting inside.
Daisy rolled down the car window, took off his sunglasses, a smile emerged on his face that was just right, polite and generous, "Hello, I am Daisy from the Croft family. I would like to visit the parents of the Sterling family now, would you please inform them.”
"Miss Croft, please wait a moment."
The doorman turned to make an internal phone call, and Daisy was not in a rush. She put on her sunglasses, sat in the driver's seat, with her fingers gently resting on the steering wheel. A smile played at the corners of her mouth, never disappearing.
The doorman came back soon, with a smile on his face, "Miss Croft, please come in."
"Thank you."
The intricate black iron gate in front of her slowly opens, Daisy's car rolls in, moving along the gravel path.
Handing the key to the approaching servant, Daisy, with a beaming smile, entered the gates of Sterling's mansion.
"Hello Uncle George, Aunt Becky." Daisy greeted them with a charming smile. Her already beautiful face, when adorned with a smile, looked as clean and pure as a flawless pearl or jade, pleasing to the eyes.
Her hair done up in a playful yet modest style, she wore a standard dress today. The buns softened the aloofness on her face, making her look gentle and poised in her decency.
She was known as the legendary 'kid from others' families' since her young age.
Aunt Becky greeted her with a warm smile. Her well-maintained face didn't look like a woman nearing her fifties but rather a woman in her thirties, effortlessly casual. Pulling Daisy's hand, her eyes were especially gentle, "Daisy, come in."
