4. Dare Too Much

The man was stunned, his pride hurt. He never expected someone to accuse him of being gay.

"What kind of question is that?"

Emily put on a haughty look. "You changed my clothes last night. You must have seen my bare body. It seems impossible that any man could resist such a big temptation."

"Not all men are impudent, Miss Harper. Some men like me have good self-control. We know how to respect women," he stated with a nod.

Emily tilted her head slightly. Her eyes narrowed. "That's too hard to believe. How can a normal guy stand looking at a woman's body without touching her? Unless, you're a bodyguard sent by Louis. You're afraid he'll fire you if he caught you touching me."

The man took a deep breath. "You have a trust issue, apparently. You'll still think I'm a bodyguard even if I deny it, right?"

Before Emily had time to reply, he entered the bathroom. Emily could only purse her lips.

"If he's not Louis' bodyguard, then who is he?" she grumbled.

At that moment, her eyes fell on a camera on the table. She rushed to check it. Unfortunately, there was no significant clue. The only unique thing she found was a yellow strap with the word "Prince" embroidered on it.

“This is a custom design. Is this his name?”

While guessing, Emily looked at the files on the camera. The last two pictures were taken last night—her shocked face before falling on the sidewalk and the stalker's face, which was only partially visible. The rest were photos of Paris.

“Is he really a journalist? There is no recorded interview here.”

Frowning, Emily turned to a backpack near the foot of the table. Again, there was no clue to the man's identity. Emily just found a laptop, cables, and some other equipments.

Once she opened the closet, her attention was attracted to a travel bag. She was sure there was a clue in there. However, when she was about to check, the bathroom door opened. Quick as lightning, she turned around and put her hands on her hips.

“Where did you hide my clothes?” she asked loudly.

The man raised his eyebrows. “I sent it to the laundry.”

Emily blinked stiffly. “Without my consent? Then what should I wear? My agenda is so tight. I have to go immediately. There's no way I'm going out in a thin t-shirt like this. You have to be responsible."

"Be responsible how?"

“Buy me clothes.”

The man sighed faintly. His face looked patient. “What do you need? And what size?”

Emily's eyes widened. After a blink, she took out a piece of paper and wrote down the details.

“Don't let anything go wrong. I don't want to use products outside the list.”

Emily held out the paper. The man accepted it with a relaxed expression.

“A bra size—”

“You don't need to read it out loud,” Emily interrupted quickly. "Just read it silently."

The man blinked with an innocent look. “Should I buy all these at different stores? That's inefficient.”

"Don't you know? Each brand has its own superior products and I'm used to wearing the best. If it is changed, I will feel uncomfortable. My productivity and creativity may decline. I don't want that to happen."

“Okay, but this will take time. I never shop for women's products. You'll starve if you wait until all these clothes are bought. Do you want me to order breakfast?"

Emily was stunned. She didn't expect the man to be that caring.

"No, I can order it myself. Your job is to buy clothes for me. Before the sun gets high, I must already go.”

The man nodded. Then, he grabbed the pencil from Emily's hand and wrote something on another piece of paper.

"If anything happens, call me on this number."

Emily was lost in thought again. But, after a blink, she accepted the paper and waved her hand towards the door. “Just go! I'm in a hurry.”

After putting on clothes, the man left with a credit card from Emily. That's when Emily took action. She ordered clothes from a nearby shop, then left the hotel. Unbeknownst to her, someone smiled watching her walking alone.

"He's so stupid. He must be surprised that I got away from him so easily," Emily muttered in a proud tone.

While giggling faintly, she looked back. Not seeing the handsome guy, her happiness doubled.

"Even though he looks kind and honest, I can't just trust him. While I have the chance, I have to run away. I won't be fooled by anyone."

After nodding firmly, Emily quickened her pace. She was determined to leave Paris immediately.

However, one block away, three girls appeared. They walked towards Emily with wry smiles. When they were almost passing each other, the tallest one aimed for Emily's shoulder. Luckily, Emily quickly avoided her.

"Hey, don't you have eyes? Didn't you see we were walking? How dare you bump into my friend?" the girl standing in the middle shouted.

Emily blinked innocently. "I didn't bump into your friend. She was the one who almost hit my shoulder."

The three girls snorted in unison.

"You have guts, huh? Who are you? How dare you challenge us?"

Emily's brows furrowed in displeasure. "I'm just an ordinary girl who is in a hurry. That's why, sorry. I don't have time to fuss with you. Excuse me."

Emily was about to continue walking, but the tall girl blocked her. "Wait. Aren't you Emily Harper?"

"Oh, wow! No wonder her face looks familiar. It turns out she's Emily Harper!"

"And no wonder she dared to fight us. She must feel great. She even dared to reject Brandon Young."

The three girls stood around Emily. Their expressions were cynical and cunning. Emily could only stand still while watching the situation.

"What made you have the heart to reject him? Is he not perfect for you? Or, did you just want to create a sensation?"

"I think she did that on purpose to increase her popularity. I feel sorry for Brandon. He shouldn't like a girl this arrogant."

"I'm not sorry, but surprised. What's so great about her? She's not very beautiful. I'm even taller. She only relies on her parents' wealth. That's not something she can be proud of."

The other two girls nodded.

"You're right. She thinks too highly of herself. That's why she needs someone to make her realize. How about we help her?" The blonde girl raised her eyebrows once.

"Good idea. She needs to be reminded that there's something wrong with her."

Suddenly, the girl standing behind Emily grabbed her shoulder. Before her bag was snatched, Emily swiftly twisted the girl's hand and pushed her towards the other two girls.

"Rossy, oh my God! Are you okay?" the tall girl whispered.

The blonde was no less worried. But instead of checking on her friend, she pointed her gaze at Emily.

"You! How dare you hurt my friend!"

"I told you, I'm in a hurry. So stop getting in my way."

The three girls widened their eyes when they heard Emily's loud voice.

"She yelled at us?" the blonde sighed in disbelief.

"She really needs to be taught a lesson. Girls?" The tall one fiddled with her eyebrows.

A second later, the three girls ran towards Emily. With their arms raised, they looked like zombies.

"Take this, Arrogant Bitch!" The tall girl was about to pull Emily's hair.

"You shouldn't challenge us!" Two other girls aimed for Emily's shoulders.

Unexpectedly, Emily nimbly dodged. With just one counterattack, the three girls fell to the pavement.

"Ow, my knees," the blonde groaned.

"My waist .... Why did you bump into me?"

"I tripped on my foot," the tallest girl groaned.

Emily looked at them flatly. "That's what happens if you don't listen to my warning. Before you get seriously injured, you should stop bothering me."

Then, Emily threw a packet of plaster and antiseptic solution. "Treat your wounds and let's not meet again. I don't have time to deal with your craziness. Understand?"

Seeing Emily turn to leave, the three girls snorted in disdain. The tallest girl rose again. She planned to attack Emily from behind. However, when she was about to take a step, a man wearing a hat preceded her. He sped quickly towards Emily with a knife in his hand!

Noticing someone approaching her back, Emily turned around with annoyance. She thought it was one of the girls. But seeing what came, Emily gasped. A knife moved quickly towards her stomach!