"Alright," the driver grabbed Jackson's car door handle. "They owe me for the ride. You seem pretty well-off, why don't you help your friends and pay up?"Jackson raised an eyebrow. "They owe you money?"The driver insisted, "That's right."Jackson asked, "How much?""With the waiting fee and emotional distress, it's two thousand bucks!""I thought it was a lot, but it's just two thousand..."Jackson glanced at Sophia, a mocking smile playing on his lips.Sophia seemed to flinch under his gaze and moved closer to Grace.Grace recognized Jackson too and cursed under her breath.But they had no other options now, it all depended on what Jackson wanted to do."Two thousand bucks is nothing, I can cover that." Jackson put on his sunglasses, chuckling. "I know Mr. Morgan pretty well. I can't just ignore his wife and his... mistress."What?!Wife and... mistress?Sophia wasn't his daughter?! She was a mistress?!The gossip was getting juicier.Just then, a reporter arrived, capturing Jackso
The car drove through the city for a long time before finally stopping at the gate of a secluded courtyard.The entrance was overgrown with weeds, some taller than a person. The wind rustled through them, making a soft, eerie sound. The setting sun cast a gloomy light, creating a scene right out of a horror movie.Sophia clung tightly to Grace's hand, but Grace shook her off. Sophia followed behind her, too scared to say another word."Come on, what are you afraid of?" Jackson urged.Sophia bit her lip, tears welling up. "I don't want to go. I want to go back."Jackson stepped in her way. "You think you can just leave after coming here? Do you think I'm as easy to deal with as Emily?"Sophia cried out, "What do you want? You brought me here to get back at me, right?"Jackson's lips curled into a cold smile. "You were bound to face consequences sooner or later. I'm just giving you a preview.""Jackson, maybe you should be more concerned about what's happening with Emily right now," Gra
The sky in Berlin was slowly brightening.Lucas had been out all night searching for Amanda. When he returned, his eyes were bloodshot and filled with guilt.Emily quickly called his assistant and helped Lucas into a room, laying him on the bed."I'll get him some water, Emily. Can you keep an eye on him?" the assistant said.Emily nodded.Judging by Lucas's appearance, he hadn't found Amanda.He lay on the bed with his arm over his face, lips tightly shut, not saying a word."Lucas...""Emily... I failed Amanda..."When Lucas spoke, Emily almost didn't recognize his voice.Lucas's voice used to be loud, deep, and slightly raspy, perfect for rock music. Now, it was rough and hoarse, barely coherent."I failed her..."Emily handed him some tissues. "Lucas, calm down. We need to stay strong to save Amanda."Lucas sniffled and wiped his face with his arm. "Did you call the police?""I did, but I don’t speak German. I got someone to help me report it, and the police are searching."Lucas
Emily couldn't help but laugh.Amanda shrugged, looking a bit exasperated. "Emily, I have a feeling.""What kind of feeling?""Sophia and Grace's good days are numbered," Amanda grinned. "She got someone to harm you, and that person turned out to be my first boyfriend. It's hilarious! Sophia is probably daydreaming right now. She thinks that if you were assaulted, the Norman family would reject you, and she would have a chance. Emily, do you think she's crazy? What benefit does she get from hurting you? Her reputation is already ruined. She'll never marry a rich man!"Emily's smile faded slightly. "Maybe she doesn't need any benefits. She just wants to see me suffer and feel happy.""She's a psychopath! When you were with Nathan, she seduced him. Now that you’re engaged to Mr. Norman, she's trying to marry into the Norman family again. Does she enjoy being a mistress and ruining other people's lives?"Emily sighed. "Who knows. Maybe being a mistress excites her more."Amanda patted he
Olivia had a whole series of activities planned for Emily.As soon as Emily got off the plane, Olivia picked her up. "I'm throwing you a bachelorette party.""A bachelorette party?""Yes, to celebrate your last moments of freedom before marriage. Once you're married, you'll be busy taking care of your husband and child, constantly running around the kitchen and bathroom."Emily chuckled awkwardly. "Olivia, you don't need to be so afraid of marriage.""That's impossible. Emily, I'm telling you, there's no way I would ever get married. If I have to take care of a man and be his maid, it better be God himself."Emily teased her, "Not even your idol, Lucas?"Olivia raised an eyebrow, keeping her eyes on the road. "An idol is just an idol. After meeting him, I'm even more certain. I like the Lucas in my head, not the real him. Seeing him still makes my heart race, but marry him? No way, not happening."Emily laughed. "What if you meet your true love?""True love? Emily, men in this world a
Dylan held Mr. Satan's phone in his hand, Emily's name displayed on the screen, but he couldn't answer it right now.The phone rang incessantly, making him anxious. When the ringing finally stopped, he breathed a sigh of relief.His boss had too many secrets, and Emily was too smart. He feared that if he answered, he might inadvertently reveal something and cause trouble for his boss.They were at a law firm. Mr. Satan had been inside for over two hours and still hadn't come out.A few minutes later, the phone rang again.It was Emily, once more.He endured another agonizing three minutes until the ringing stopped, nearly throwing the phone in frustration.Just then, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the law firm.Dylan, seeing his boss, hurried over as if he had seen a savior. "Boss...""Hmm?" Mr. Satan seemed distracted, lost in thought, and not particularly interested in talking.Dylan handed him the phone. "Boss, Emily called."Mr. Satan finally focused. "Did you answe
In the hospital.Dylan's injuries were more severe and he was taken for further examination. The doctor disinfected Mr. Satan's wounds, and bandaged them."...Luckily, your wounds aren't too deep. Keep them dry for the next seven days.""Hmm," Mr. Satan stood up to leave. "Thank you."The doctor sighed. "Sir, our hospital has an excellent plastic surgery department. There are many ways to remove the scars on your face. You don't need to wear a mask all the time—it must be quite inconvenient for your daily life..."Mr. Satan had heard this many times. Every time he visited the hospital, doctors would say the same thing.But he always refused.As a child, he thought the scar should serve as a reminder of the painful past and the betrayal he had endured. Even up until today, he felt the same.But now..."Doctor, is there a way to restore my original appearance?"The doctor pondered for a moment. "The best method is skin grafting. That would yield the best results.""How long would that t
The sky gradually darkened.The dusky sunlight seemed to be desperately emitting its last rays of warmth. The setting sun flushed red, straining to leave its final trace of heat on the land.Waves of heat rolled in, bringing with them the stifling warmth of evaporating dew from the countryside. In a confined space, the only sound was the faint crying, laden with fear, unwillingness, and despair.Jackson sat on a wooden bench, holding a yellowed diary, flipping through it page by page.At his feet, Emma had her hands bound. Her eyes and mouth were covered, rendering her blind and mute to her surroundings."Well, well, your handwriting is quite good."Jackson closed the diary, sneering. "For over twenty years, your perseverance is truly commendable. You've meticulously recorded every bribe you've taken."Emma's body shrank. "I've already been ruined. What more do you want from me?"Jackson smirked. "What do you think?""I..." Emma hesitated. "Are you a relative of one of my patients? Ho