Emily found it hard to gauge Devin's motives. With Boyce dethroned, it seemed odd he wasn't concerned about it but instead focused on minor details.
She answered, "He said it's up to me."
Standing up from his chair, Devin stepped forward and patted Emily's shoulder, his tone probing, "Does that mean your relationship with him might become strained?"
Suppressing her discomfort, Emily explained, "Even if I don't move out, he doesn't visit the villa every day. My main concern is Elton will be suspicious. If he finds out about the deal behind all this, I fear…"
She looked up at Devin.
Devin's lips trembled imperceptibly. He knew his son's temperament all too well. If Elton discovered that Emily was the price for his CEO position and the Cromwell family's current status, there would be hell to pay.
"You're doing the right thing, the right thing indeed. Elto
The call momentarily took Emily aback. "May I ask what document this is about?""It's not something we can discuss over the phone. Could you please visit our office when you have time?""Alright." Hanging up, Emily felt an inexplicable sense of unease, standing still for a moment.Only when Elton called out to her from the car, "Emily," did she snap out of her daze and quickly walk over.Once in the car, Elton asked, "Why were you standing there so long after the phone call?"Emily forced a smile, "Just a friend needing some help.""That's good," Elton said as he leaned over to grab a paper bag from the back seat and handed it to Emily. "I saw these while driving to the hospital yesterday and thought of you. See if they still taste the same."Emily opened the bag to find it full of small rabbit-shaped biscuits. Her eyes welled up unexpect
Emily playfully pinched her arm, "If you can't say anything nice, you might as well donate your mouth."Donna raised her hands andZipped her mouth shut, "I'll keep quiet.".......As the real estate agent was about to lead them to the fourth phase, Emily quickly pulled Elton aside, explaining that she disliked housework and that a larger house would burden her more.Elton didn't understand, "You can hire help, right?"Holding onto his arm, Emily insisted, "I don't like unfamiliar people in my personal space."This reason seemed to satisfy Elton, and they eventually settled on a south-facing 186-square-meter apartment on the 22nd floor of phase three. However, the agent informed them that the owner was abroad and the apartment was under management. It was immediately available for rent, but buying would require some waiting.
Murray chuckled on the other end of the phone, “Tell me, what do you want this time?”“I want to join Bucapital,” Emily answered straightforwardly.“Oh? Why?” Murray’s voice sounded relaxed, almost as if he had anticipated her request.Emily licked her lips, trying to sound as confident as possible, “I want to see you every day, go to work with you, come home with you…” She paused, her voice tinged with a longing, “I don't want to be here all day, doing nothing, just waiting for you to return.”There was a brief silence on the other end, filled only with Murray's shallow breathing.Emily’s heart raced, her fingers turning white from the tension. After a long time, Murray hummed in affirmation.“You agree?”“Hmm.”&ld
Fifteen years ago, Barlow was deeply involved in the competitive bidding for the Sandviken redevelopment project. At that time, Gotrust was at a crucial point in its transformation, and securing this project was pivotal for the company's survival.Barlow risked almost everything he had, but he also thought about leaving something for his daughter, Emily, in case of failure. He hastily set up two companies independent of the group.One was a real estate company led by Barlow's sister, Nora Rockefeller, the legal representative. The company held various fixed assets: twenty terraced houses in Sandviken's Moon Bay, commercial and residential apartments in C&D Block A and E, fifty retail spaces in the Trade Center, and the Egret Lake Hot Spring Resort.The other company was a light-asset operation with an initial capital investment of two hundred million U.S. dollars, helmed by Barlow's brother-in-law, Alston.&nb
"Since when does the CEO's office interfere with the personnel center? Do you want to start breaking the rules now?"His cold gaze and the rhythmic tapping of his well-defined fingers on the desk seemed to echo ominously in Cornelius's anxious heart. Cornelius trembled slightly, regretting his impulsive suggestion."Mr. Gibson, please give me another chance," Cornelius pleaded, almost in tears.Murray's voice, deep and resonant, carried a warning, "Three strikes and you're out.""Thank you, Mr. Gibson. Thank you," Cornelius said, his face gloomy as he left the office.After dealing with his immediate tasks, Murray picked up his phone and made a call. After three rings, the call was answered."What are you doing?" Murray asked casually, idly spinning a pen on his desk with his slender fingers.Emily responded from the other end, "Jus
Murray entered the hall to find Emily slumped over the table, one hand clutching a wine bottle, the other pillowing her head, motionless as if passed out or asleep.Treading lightly, he approached her, his fingers gently brushing the long hair away from her face. Her delicate features were scrunched in discomfort, even her small nose wrinkled, as if she were still scolding him in her dreams.Murray couldn't help but find the scene amusing. Leaning over her, he observed her closely. She looked like a docile kitten in this state, a stark contrast to the vitriol she had spewed over the phone.Suddenly, Emily's petite nose twitched, her lips slightly parted as she unconsciously licked them, making a lazy murmur. This endearing sight softened Murray's heart, filling him with affection. He couldn't resist leaning down to gently kiss her lips.Startled by the kiss, Emily's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowl
Murray stood motionless, letting her embrace his waist. He asks Malcolm, "Prepare the car.""Right away," Malcolm hurriedly.Soon he returned, "boss, the car is ready."Murray glanced at Emily and sighed helplessly, "Take her with us in the car.""Let me go! What are you trying to do?"Emily began to struggle. The two young servants dared not breathe, restraining her. She was drunk, making her movements sluggish."Murray, you cur, where are you taking me? I won't go. I want to get out of the car. Let me go."Murray, sitting in the front, was already in excruciating pain, and her cursing only added to his headache. In a fit of anger, he shouted, "Stop the car!"The nanny's car screeched to a halt. They were in a transition area between the villa and the city, with no villages ahead or stores behind.
Emily didn't feel like talking with him."Got dumped by a sugar daddy?""Bullied by someone?" Ronald then shook his head, "With your strength, you'd be the one bullying others. Who could bully you?""So, why did you get drunk?" Ronald persisted.Emily, exasperated, replied offhandedly, "Aren't you angry that I beat up your bro?"Ronald leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs, with a mischievous smile, "Well, you're still my 'girlfriend'... For me, brothers are like clothes.""Get lost," Emily laughed despite herself. "I was just frustrated about getting rejected from a job.""That's it?" Ronald looked disappointed, expecting some juicy gossip.Emily stared at the ceiling, "You don't understand."Ronald offered her a cigarette, which she initially refused, but he insisted, placing it in her m