"Does it hurt? He gripped your wrist so tightly earlier," Prince asked in a very gentle voice. Emily glanced. Prince turned out to be examining her hand carefully. He didn't seem like acting. In another seat, a man was observing them with an envious gaze. His expression was sour, his lips sneered. Suddenly, Prince kissed her wrist. Emily gasped. Her eyes widened. Her heart heated up. She felt Prince stole an opportunity. However, seeing the sincere smile on that handsome face, her scolding was suppressed. "Why don't you just punch him in the face? You said you're good when you fight. Next time, don't just bluff. Just beat up every man who is rude to you. Understand?" Emily blinked back tears. Her lips trembled. The turmoil in her heart had risen again, but she didn't want to discuss it. Their cover could be blown if they got into a fight. "You shouldn't come late, Prince. You shouldn't prepared me a surprise. Just fly with me from the start. That way, I would be happier."
After one nod, Jasper went to the elevator. It was clear that he was the hotel owner. Meanwhile, Prince whispered, "Are you sure you want to accept his invitation? He could find out your identity, and if someone recognizes you in the dining room, we could go viral. The whole world could be in an uproar if they find out you have a future husband like me." "Relax. We are in the most geographically isolated country on earth. No one will recognize me. Now the most important thing is to silence that arrogant man. I really don't like it when someone embarrasses me." "He underestimated me. Why are you the one who's embarrassed?" Prince's eyes narrowed. Emily met his gaze with round eyes. "Do you forget? You are playing the role of my future husband. By him insulting you, that means he is insulting my taste. I can't allow that. Before continuing the mission, I need to teach him a lesson." While Prince smiled faintly, Emily patted his arm. "Now let's hurry. We have to have breakfast and t
"I can see it clearly, Miss Beauty. He's not from the upper class. Not even a businessman like us. Even though you've tried to cover him with expensive clothes, he still smells like proverty." Jasper glanced at Prince with a teasing look. Seeing that, Emily's face turned sullen. However, when she was about to speak, Prince interrupted. "Why did you judge me poor, Sir? Was it because of the clothes I wore on the plane?" "It's written on your face. Have you never looked in the mirror? You look lousy and worn out." Prince snorted unexpectedly. "You are not speaking based on facts or data then. That's just your assumption. Why? Is it because you're jealous?" Jasper gasped. "What are you saying?" "I have a flexible life. There is no business that I need to supervise. I can express myself freely. Even though I only rely on royalties, my life is more than enough. It feels meaningful." "Doesn't it mean you're poor?" "Is wealth only measured by money and possessions?" Prince ra
"Quebracha is a property company?" Emily muttered after reading the company's website. Blinking, she gathered memories. At that moment, little Cayden's voice rang in her head. "My family's company operates in the property sector. That's why I'm interested in buildings. I want to follow in my father and uncle's path. But it looks like I will focus more on interior design." Emily sighed softly. She had often looked for information about property companies in T City. She had also read briefly about Quebracha. Not finding Cayden's name, she skipped it. But now, she couldn't be careless. With Jasper's clues, it was impossible for her to let Quebracha escape from her sight. "What made that family disappear? Could it be because of a power struggle?" Emily did another search on her phone. Unfortunately, what she wanted to know was not available. There was not a single major incident recorded by the internet regarding Quebracha. There was only positive news about the achievements
Arriving at a farm, Emily immediately knocked on the door. Her heart was pounding as she waited. She wasn't sure how to greet or ask. Her brain was too full of fear and anxiety. When the door opened, her back straightened. Her hands were clenched tightly at her sides, occasionally squeezing the pants. "Sky?" she greeted spontaneously as a woman appeared from inside. However, realizing that the figure in front of her was a middle-aged woman, she quickly corrected herself. "Mrs. Hills." Alice Hills was petrified. Her eyes flickered to study Emily's face. Occasionally she looked up at the sky, making sure that it was already dark. "Emily? What are you doing here?" she sighed. Emily smiled faintly. She realized that her eyes had heated up. Tears must have flowed there. "Sorry to bother you at this hour. I was actually planning to come tomorrow morning. But there's something important I need to ask Sky. Is she here?" Alice gaped wordlessly. She seemed unsure whether to answer
When she woke up, Emily stared wide-eyed at the round face in front of her. She remembered she had met Sky last night. She also remembered when everything turned dark. But now, why was Sky suddenly young again? "Is this a dream? I'm still asleep?" Blinking weakly, Emily checked the surroundings. She was in a small room. Her body lay on the bed. Her clothes were still the same as last night. Her body size too. So why was Sky any different? "Sky?" she asked quietly. Suddenly, the little girl with curly hair laughed. Her voice was similar to young Sky. "I'm not Sky, but Summer." Emily's eyebrows rose higher. "Summer? The one who accompanied Sky from France? The one who named a dog after me? You're a child?" The little girl nodded cutely. She was in sheep-patterned pajamas. With hands pressing her thighs, she looked adorable. "Yes, that's my name. I was born in winter, but Mama named me Summer. Mama said, I came into this world bringing warmth." She hugged herself. Emily
“This is what you found? Cayden has been lying here?” Emily choked with sadness. "That's what I first thought before finally, I discovered something odd." Emily's tears froze. "Something odd?" Sky opened the second page. Pieces of news articles were neatly arranged there. "These are the screenshots I wanted to show you. You know? At the time, it was big news. But in just a few hours, it was all gone." Emily's eyes trembled faintly. She studied the articles one by one. “Quebracha Mourns. A fatal accident has taken the life of their best son.” “Cayden Evans died after being rushed to hospital. Princeton Evans, his younger brother, is currently struggling through a critical phase." "The police are still investigating the cause of the accident. The Evans family suspects it was premeditated murder." Then, Emily's attention turned to a photo of two men who looked similar and familiar. It was like there were two Princes there. She couldn't tell which one was her former bodyg
"Curly Sheep, don't be naughty! Come on, put on your necklace! I have chosen you to be the leader. You need this so that your friends will obey, and it will be easier for me to recognize you. Curly Sheep!" Summer ran while waving. Her other hand held a rope that had been tied to a bell. Whether because it was afraid of the bell or the little girl's voice, the sheep kept to move away. As a result, the two of them ran in circles in the arena inside the fence. "Summer, stop chasing that poor sheep! Don't you feel sorry for him? He's scared. If he's stressed, his fur will fall out later." Instead of listening, Summer ran even faster. Her laughter tickled all the hearts of those who heard. "No, Mama. That sheep is the future leader of the flock. He must not be afraid of anything. He must be bold and brave. That's why, he must wear a necklace. This is a symbol of his courage. Curly Sheep!" Shaking her head in amusement, Sky finally got up from the chair. She chased her lively li