When James Taylor received Olivia’s call, he already had an inkling of Emily’s intentions.Emily didn’t truly want Logan Morgan to be the chief designer of the shopping center; she had a bigger plan. However, James Taylor didn’t mind. He trusted Emily and had benefited greatly from Satan's sacrifices, so he was willing to cooperate with Emily unconditionally.James Taylor began contacting Logan Morgan while Emily continued her work.There were only four hours left until the concert. She followed Lucas’s team to the stadium and started applying makeup to Lucas backstage.“You haven’t rested well lately, have you? Your dark circles are quite noticeable.” Emily layered concealer to cover them up.Lucas sighed as he sat in the chair. “Emily, can you do me a favor?”“Huh?” Emily paused. “I’m just a makeup artist; what can I do for you?”“Of course, you can. Please, persuade Olivia to stop liking me. I’m really about to have a nervous breakdown because of the boss…”Lucas kept sighing. When
Convincing Logan Morgan was much easier than Emily had imagined.James Taylor said on the phone, "The key to breaking down someone's psychological defenses is to cater to their preferences. Logan Morgan is essentially a pompous man. Give him enough face, and he will be very happy."Emily merely sneered when she heard this. Even Grace understood his true color, but it was a pity that her mother never got to see Logan Morgan's true nature.What a shame.However, it might be for the best. If her mother had seen what a boring man the person she once loved turned out to be, she would have been deeply disappointed.James Taylor organized a grand induction ceremony for Logan Morgan, as Emily's instructions, in the ballroom of the Hilton Hotel. Thanks to Allen Parker, many celebrities were invited, turning the induction ceremony into a grand party.Logan Morgan wore a dark gray suit, his hair meticulously combed back. It looked as though his hair had been dyed, all jet black. He held a champa
The banquet had reached its later stages, and everything had settled. Grace had not done anything; she quietly sat in the audience, playing the role of a dutiful high-society lady.Emily was a bit disappointed. She thought Grace would at least do something. Had she really just accepted it like this?This wasn't like her."Olivia, I'm going to the restroom."Olivia nodded. "Do you need me to go with you?""No," Emily replied. "I can manage on my own."Olivia cautioned her, "Be careful; there are a lot of people today.""Alright."Emily headed towards the restroom.There weren't as many people as she had expected.While washing her hands, she saw a familiar purple figure in the mirror.She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Do you have something to say to me?"Grace had already locked the restroom door behind her and stood before Emily. "Emily, is this really necessary? Mutual destruction is the worst outcome.""What are you planning to do to me? I'm listening."Grace's gaze sc
It was a long time before Grace returned to the hall.By then, the hall was empty, the previous liveliness all but gone, with only a few staff members cleaning up.She walked over to one of the cleaners and asked, "Excuse me, has the banquet ended?"The cleaner seemed surprised. "Yes, it's over. Everyone has left.""Everyone? Mr. Morgan too?"The cleaner chuckled. "Of course, the banquet is over, so everyone has left."Grace frowned, her chest feeling as if it were stuffed with cotton.She had been outplayed by Emily once again.Emily's words successfully redirected all the anger toward her.Yes, it was true that she had locked the restroom door, but Emily delayed her long enough. By the time she finally managed to get away and return, Logan Morgan had already left.He had always played the role of a loving husband in public, never once leaving her behind.She pulled out her phone and called Logan Morgan.He answered quickly. "Hello?""Darling," Grace said softly, "where are you now?"
Logan Morgan returned home around 7 PM.Grace had spent four hours cleaning the house and preparing dinner, setting the table with food.Logan Morgan looked spirited and very happy. He walked in talking on the phone: "…I know… yes, I think so too… hahahaha, thank you so much…"Grace approached him, as usual, helping him take off his suit jacket and taking his briefcase. "You seem very happy today.""Grace, let me tell you, Mr. Taylor and I hit it off really well. Although Taylor's company is not as big as the Reed Group yet, he's secured a huge investment. Once his shopping mall is built, he’ll definitely be the top player in New York's real estate scene."Logan Morgan spoke while glancing at the dishes on the table, frowning slightly. "Just these dishes? Is there more?"Grace looked at the four dishes and one soup on the table and chuckled. "I didn't know what Mr. Taylor likes to eat. Is Mr. Taylor coming soon? What does he like? I'll make it right away.""Who said Mr. Taylor is comi
Sophia was instantly furious. "Black truffle? Does she think she's some kind of noble lady?""She's doing it on purpose," Grace sneered. "Lisa was an incompetent coward, but her daughter is quite skilled."Sophia grabbed Grace's hand. "Mom, why should you serve her? You're her stepmother. If she wants to eat, she should make it herself."Sophia could afford to be willful, but Grace could not.Grace kept a stern face. "I still don't know what Emily's next move is. Her revenge came too quickly; I didn't have time to react. We can't act rashly. Let's observe her first and see what she plans to do, then we can counterattack."Sophia huffed and plopped onto the sofa. "No way, I don't want to live with her. I'm moving out.""It's too late to move now. The paparazzi are all waiting to see you make a fool of yourself. Moving out now would play right into Emily's hands."Sophia was both angry and anxious. "So we're just going to sit here and watch her flaunt her power? Mom, I have nothing left
"Sophia has been in her room the whole time. How could she have poisoned you?" Grace sneered. "She may not be as smart as you, but you don't have to be so malicious in suspecting her."Emily suddenly smiled. "In that case, why don't you try a bite? Do you dare?"Grace's hand holding the bowl trembled slightly."You don't dare either, do you?" Emily walked to the door and made a "please" gesture. "Go wash the dishes. I'm going to sleep."Grace stared at her for a few seconds, then turned and left.Emily closed the door behind her and locked it, then pushed the desk against the door to ensure her safety.Her phone beeped twice with an incoming text message.She opened it.[Nonsense! That black truffle was airlifted from France, top quality! You're such a country bumpkin!]The message was from Sophia, who lived in the room next to hers.Emily chuckled softly. Sophia was truly foolish.Emily had tried to get information, but Grace had been tight-lipped about the origin of the black truffl
"Why aren't you saying anything?" His voice was anxious, "Is something wrong?"Emily replied, "I'm fine, Mr. Satan. I just... miss you."Mr. Satan's breathing became audible over the phone.His breathing quickened.His voice changed as well, "Emily, are you giving up? If you say yes, I'll take you away immediately."Emily did want to leave with him.Life with Mr. Satan was fulfilling and happy. She cooked every day, looking forward to the birth of her baby. Mr. Satan would help solve any problems. They love each other, and her life is peaceful and joyful.But..."I need to find out the truth about my mother's death. I want to make sure the bad guys pay for what they've done!"Mr. Satan let out a soft "hmm": "After all these years, you're still the stubborn and undefeated Emily.""...I'm not that stubborn. I'm actually very weak. I even put up with Carol for four years...""You're not weak, you're kind," Mr. Satan said. "You respect your elders and don't want to confront them. But you