Olivia Jenkins seemed indifferent, eating her food without a care.
Suddenly, Daniel Marshall lightly parted his lips, "In ten days, it will be Grandma's death anniversary, you should prepare for it."
Olivia's long eyelashes quivered, she lifted her almond eyes to look at Daniel, "Are you talking to me?"
Daniel's expression subtly shifted, "In ten days, we need to return to Beverly Hills. As the eldest daughter-in-law, all eyes will be on you, you should handle it."
Her pupils contracted, and her strong brows furrowed slightly, "I understand, but I hope you know me well. Don't expect too much from me. I might cause trouble for you at any moment and leave you to clean up the mess."
"I have never expected anything from you. All you need to remember is that you are Mrs. Marshall."
"..."
Olivia stared at Daniel's handsome face, carved as if by a divine sculptor. Yet she still could not decipher what was going on in his mind.
