“That guy, what's his background?” Emily turned down her hairdryer to make less noise.
Sandy replied, “That idiot's name is Ronald Richardson. He’s a second-generation official. His dad is a big shot in Sandviken.”
Emily simply responded, “Oh.”
Sandy added, “His swagger at school today wasn’t just because of his dad. Several plots of land on the campus belong to his grandfather.”
Emily didn’t comment further, continuing to dry her hair.
Her phone started ringing. She remained seated, the persistent ringtone echoing in the room.
Sandy, unable to ignore it, picked up the phone from the bed. Seeing an unfamiliar string of numbers, she said, “Unsaved number. I’ll hang up for you.”
Emily paused, &ldqu
After a cool shower, Emily felt somewhat groggy and lethargic. She curled up in her blankets, shifting positions restlessly without finding comfort.Her phone buzzed. A message from Elton Cromwell: "Emily, I'm downstairs. Can you come down now?"Emily forced a smile. How did he always know she was in her apartment?"Okay, wait for me."She climbed out of bed, carelessly picked out some clothes to wear, and, just before leaving, glanced in the mirror. She dabbed a layer of lipstick on her lips, enhancing her naturally pale, almost icy skin and faint lip color, which, without lipstick, always made her look weary and listless.
"Oh."Hearing the slight disappointment in her voice, Murray's lips curled into a smirk.Earlier, Cornelius had sent him Emily's diary and mentioned the trouble Ronald Richardson caused her at school. Initially, Murray hadn't taken it seriously, but he found himself distracted during meetings, increasingly agitated by the thought.He had called Emily over lunch. The girl pretended Nothing had happened, even putting on a show over the phone. Irritated, he had hung up abruptly.Now, caught in the act, she started acting again.Murray's thoughts drifted to the contents of Emily's diary, and he asked nonchalantly, "Do you like him that much?"Emily sighed inwardly, knowing Nothing could be hidden from Murray. She didn't refute but wrapped her arms around his neck and said lazily, "If someone is with you, protecting you when you're most helpless and alone, you wil
Ronald Richardson was gaming in a luxurious suite at a seven-star hotel in Sandviken's CBD, adorned with a high-tech flair, wearing headphones in front of one of the five computers in the living room.The violence in the game did not alleviate his frustration; it only intensified his irritability. Angrily, he flung his keyboard at the computer screen after his teammate was killed, shattering the display.Cursing, Ronald rose from his gaming chair, grabbed a cigarette from the coffee table, and lit it while calling Stacey Zechariah."What do you want?" Stacey answered, her tone unfriendly."Can't I chat with an old friend?" Ronald lounged on the sofa, trying to sound nonchalant."Don’t bother. Jean Harry clarified that she'll never want to see you again." Stacey's cold laughter came through the phone. As friends who grew up together, Stacey wasn’t taking sides, b
Sandy eyed the strikingly handsome man, playfully poking Ronald Richardson's face with a golf club she'd casually picked up from a corner. "He's got a great figure too."The club lingered at the drawstring of his pajamas, teasingly lifting it. The waistband loosened, revealing a well-defined eight-pack.His features were exquisite, his physique broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted."Drag queen?" They exchanged glances and exclaimed in unison.Emily gave an approving 'ok' sign.She pulled makeup from her bag and, following the standards of a beauty vlogger, applied a full face of makeup on Ronald Richardson.Then, she and Sandy dragged him into a devilishly enchanting pose.Once everything was set, Sandy adjusted the lights in the room for the perfect ambiance - some on, some off.Emily unlocked Ronald Richardson's phon
City SThe project negotiation went smoothly, and Murray was in a good mood with the contract signed. Breaking his usual routine, he indulged in some wine at lunch.He was quite tired after a sleepless night and a morning of intense mental exertion.He took a shower in his hotel room, planning to rest a bit before returning to Sandviken.Just as he was falling asleep, his phone rang.It was Cornelius calling.Cornelius briefly reported on what Emily had been up to. Since their last incident where Emily detected their tail, he only had a general idea of her activities. He knew Emily had visited Ronald Richardson, but the specifics were unclear.Murray's instructions were clear: while he was away from Sandviken, he wanted to be informed about Miss Rockefeller's every move."Got it," Murray said and hung up.
After his shower, Murray emerged with damp hair, framing his face and adding a misty allure. His striking features were enhanced by the black satin pajamas against his pale skin, resembling a noble vampire, exuding an air of aristocratic aloofness.Still seemingly adrift in a dreamlike state, Emily couldn't quite ground herself. Her face was flushed with embarrassment at the sight of Murray, wishing she could bury her head in the pillow to hide.While Murray had a strong desire and energy in intimate matters, he wasn't fond of experimenting too much.But today...Emily turned her head away, avoiding his gaze.Murray, amused by her reaction, sat on the bed and coaxed Emily out from under the covers, cradling her in his lap. He teased her earlobe with a whisper, his voice low and suggestive, "You enjoyed yourself just now, didn't you?"Emily feigned ignorance,
Emily's eyelid twitched; today seemed bizarre as if everyone was targeting her.Lydia Sander was the alias she used for her card registration here. It couldn't be such a coincidence.She cast a sidelong glance at Ronald Richardson, who showed no reaction."This is the place."A young man with a face full of fleshy folds, his head tilted and eye askew, blocked the doorway like a small mountain, peering into the room.Upon seeing Emily, he bellowed, "Sis, I've found that vixen!"Ronald Richardson's words to tell someone off were on the tip of his tongue, but the scene suddenly piqued his interest.Pointing at Emily, he asked the man, "Is she Lydia Sander? The vixen?"Holding his phone, the man compared the image, his chubby finger tapping the screen, "Are you blind? Isn't t
As the words were spoken, everyone on the phone and at the scene, except for Emily, fell stunned.Caroline, incredulous, turned to Ronald Richardson and stuttered, "You're a Richardson?"Ronald Richardson leaned back on the sofa, arms casually draped over the back, a picture of relaxed confidence. "Exactly," he said with an easy smile. With a swift motion, he pulled Emily to his side. "Why would she fancy your family's old geezer when she's got me as a boyfriend?"Emily couldn't help but shoot him a sideways glare, even as he put on an act.Caroline's spirit deflated. She looked from Ronald Richardson, tall, handsome, and clearly talented, to Emily, a young and beautiful lady. It made no sense for Emily to reject such a charming young man for an old man.But the anonymous email that had tipped her off, with its recordings and photos, was irrefutably real.Tho
In the coffee shop, Murray pushed aside his sugar-added coffee, a gesture Stacey noticed as her hand paused, spoon in mid-air. "What's wrong?""I never add sugar to my coffee," Murray said with a smile."Before..." Stacey started, then stopped, realizing the significance. What used to be was in the past; now it was a different story."Why did you ask me to come here?" Stacey dropped the spoon into the cup, a droplet of dark brown liquid splashing onto the white saucer, starkly visible.Murray looked puzzled. "Wasn't it you who invited me?"Stacey, half amused and half irritated, pulled out her phone, tapped a few times, and pushed it toward Murray.A message inviting her for a meeting, signed by Murray, flashed on the screen.Murray frowned; he had received a similar message from the same number. He dialed the number from Stacey's phone, which was quickly answered. "How is it going? Did Murray show up? Talk it out. After so many
"Is it well peeled?" Holding up the neatly peeled apple, Emily smiled with her eyes curving into crescents. "Look, I didn't break the peel even once."Elton opened his mouth but suddenly found himself at a loss for words. An invisible wall stood between them, unseen yet palpably separating them."Mr. Cromwell, may I come in?" Sandy stood at the door with her laptop, her arrival seemingly a rescue for Elton."Come in."Emily stood up. "If you need to discuss work, I won't intrude."Elton politely insisted it was okay for her to stay, but Emily mentioned that now that she, too, worked at the company, it was proper to follow protocol.Elton didn't press her to stay any longer.Before leaving, Sandy gave Emily a knowing wink, and Emily nodded in understanding.Once outside the hospital, Emily searched on her phone for the nearest mall. She planned to do some shopping. Ronald had called her, pleading for her to attend his mother's b
Entering the office, the supervisor perused Emily's file, her brows knitting into a tight knot. This resume was the most outlandish she had ever seen since joining the company. However, the more outlandish it was, the clearer it became that this girl was no ordinary employee.She gestured for Emily to sit, her tone softening slightly, "Your team members have formally accused you of malicious competition."As Emily predicted, those two must have claimed that she had hidden other members' reports to favor her own.Emily remained expressionless. "Was it Lydia or Karen?"The supervisor was taken aback by her directness. "Both of them have made allegations.""Oh," Emily nodded, meeting the supervisor's gaze calmly, "I assume you investigate such claims."The teacher's eyebrows lifted in surprise; the young lady didn't seem like a novice in the workplace. "Indeed, at Bucapital, a major company, we don't target any employee based solely on an accus
"Starting to check up on me now?" Murray teased as he playfully kissed Emily, pausing between each peck.Emily dodged his kisses with a smile, "If you're avoiding answering, you must have had dinner with a woman."Murray pinched her cheek lightly, "Even if there were women at the dinner, they were business partners. Does gender really matter?""Fair enough," Emily said, pushing his shoulders to sit up. "I have a question for you."Seeing her serious expression, Murray couldn't help but smile."Be serious, don't laugh," Emily chided, tapping his shoulder.Murray composed himself, waiting for her question."If, and I'm just saying if, someone made you choose between me and Stacey, who would you pick?"Murray frowned, "What kind of childish question is that?""Just answer me," Emily urged, shaking his arm.Murray squeezed her hand firmly, his voice cold, "I'd choose to eliminate the person forcing me to make that cho
Caught under the intense gaze of such a handsome man, Donna couldn't bring herself to look up, her face flushing like pomegranate seeds.Emily, noticing Humphrey's look, immediately understood his intentions. She swiftly pulled Donna behind her, speaking firmly, "I'm warning you, don't even think about it."With a puzzled expression, Donna thought to herself, 'The boss is interested in me? Is this really happening?'She discreetly poked Emily's waist, internally pleading, 'Please don't stop the boss from showing interest in me.'Emily, misunderstanding Donna's gesture as fear of offending Humphrey, reassuringly patted her shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm here. He won't dare do anything to you."Humphrey raised an eyebrow and leaned forward to get a better look at Donna. As someone experienced in reading women, he was well aware of what they desired and confident in his allure.Humphrey snapped his fingers at Donna, tilting his chin suggestively,
As Elton left with Odelia, he avoided Emily's gaze. However, Emily stopped him with a smile, "You should go to the hospital first."Elton looked up, meeting her smiling face. She spoke with concern, but her eyes lacked their usual sparkling brightness. Suddenly, his steps felt unbearably heavy, as if they were laden with lead."Are you coming or not?" Odelia impatiently tugged at his sleeve.Regaining his composure, Elton sighed, hunched over, and slowly shuffled out."If you want to cry, just let it out," Humphrey, lounging on the sofa, his arm supporting his head, said to Emily with an amused smile.Emily sensed a change in the atmosphere after the two left. Humphrey's demeanor shifted from malicious mockery to a gentle familiarity, unintentionally lowering her guard.Standing for so long, her legs had become numb. Emily moved to sit on the sofa opposite Humphrey, her tone calm, "Why should I cry?"Humphrey, lips curled in a meaning
As he spoke, Humphrey paused briefly, his gaze unabashedly sweeping over Emily."Out of the two, one must stay with me today. As for who stays, you decide."He leaned back into the sofa, seemingly amused by his own game. Resting his chin on the back of his hand, he chuckled lightly.Emily looked at Elton, seeing him clench his teeth, his eyes bloodshot with anger.Clinging to Humphrey's leg, Odelia complained, "I'm your girlfriend; how can you say such things in front of me?""Girlfriend?" Humphrey laughed so hard his shoulders shook. He wrapped an arm around her, his voice soft but his eyes chillingly cold, "I have many pets, but certainly no girlfriend."Odelia turned pale, incredulous, "You see me as your pet?"Humphrey laughed again, "You're not even a pet, to be precise, a toy.""No, that's not true. You've
Emily donned a sleek, all-black ensemble, complete with a baseball cap, and just before stepping out, she clipped a pen to her waist.In the car, her thoughts were in turmoil. She hardly knew Humphrey, but it was clear that he was not someone to be trifled with.Yet, Elton had insisted on keeping the Cromwells in the dark. Contacting the police would blow their cover, so she pondered texting Murray for help but ultimately decided against it, not wanting to drag him into this messy affair.Parking on the Road, she didn't head straight for the back streets. A glance around revealed two traffic officers at the street corner, offering a slight reassurance.She then fished a tiny pepper spray from her pocket, holding it tightly in her palm, before venturing into the dark alley. Fortunately, it was short, and she emerged quickly.Outside, she spotted a tall, lean young man leaning agai
After work, Emily stepped out of the skyscraper, not wanting to return to the villa. She walked slowly along the sidewalk, the city lights just beginning to twinkle. The streets bustled with traffic, and the colorful lights on the overpass lit up like a rainbow arching over the city.The CBD, every inch of it worth its weight in gold, seemed like two different worlds by day and night. The aroma of various street foods wafted from the carts lining the road, stirring up a voracious appetite in passersby."The hustle and bustle of life, it truly soothes the soul," Emily thought, looking up and taking a deep breath. Then, she pulled out her phone and ordered a takeaway for two, hoping to share it with Donna.However, Donna was out at a dinner party.It seemed every time Emily called Donna. Lately, she has been at some social events. Emily couldn't help but wonder what kind of entertainment company Donna