"I just hope all this ends soon," Danny Carter sighed heavily and poured himself another glass of wine.
Daisy frowned slightly and advised, "Mr. Carter, I know you're not in a good mood now and want to relieve stress by drinking.
But you must not overdo it, lest you do something irrational and make the situation even more chaotic."
"Could the situation get any worse? I don't even know if I have a chance to play again..." Danny Carter's voice trailed off, his career was on the rise, but this incident had likely dealt a devastating blow.
Daisy asked coldly, "Do you want to go to jail?"
"No, I don't want to go to that place. I worked hard in practicing football to avoid that kind of fate; if I go to jail now, what was the point of all my hard work?"
"Then listen to me, don't drink too much, and don't contact anyone, understood?"
Danny Carter nodded, "OK, you're the boss."
Luke tried to lighten the mood and change the subject, "Danny, have you offended anyone recently?"
