All Chapters of Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

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

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

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

When the truth unfolded before her, Emily could barely hear what Emma was saying anymore. She only saw Emma's mouth moving, her expression a mix of guilt and more prominently, resentment.Who was she resenting?It was Emily's mother who died. What right did Emma have to be resentful?"Emily!""Emily!"Who was calling her?Emily frowned, feeling a sharp pain in her hand. Her hand was bleeding.Olivia was petrified by Emily's sudden action, standing there frozen. Jackson, though slightly more composed, also looked distressed.Emily’s hand still clutched two broken pieces of wood, with splinters scattered on the ground. The wood was stained with dark red spots. Whether it was paint or blood was unclear."Emily, I know you're in a lot of pain right now, but try to calm down..." Jackson held her hand, which was as cold as ice. He squeezed it, hoping his warmth could reach her, but Emily seemed soulless, hearing nothing, reacting to nothing.Olivia snapped out of her shock and hurriedly hel

In the familiar room 2307, Emily found a long-lost sense of security.To be precise, it was Mr. Satan’s warm embrace that made her feel so protected. She snuggled against his shoulder, relishing the feeling of being safe.“Emily.”“Yeah?”Mr. Satan sat down on the sofa with her on his lap, gently combing a few strands of her hair with his fingers. “How are you feeling?”Emily, holding onto his neck, felt sleepy. “...I should be okay.”“Should be?”“Here,” she pressed on her chest. “It still hurts a bit. You’re right, anger and resentment only feel better when let out.”Mr. Satan chuckled softly, tapping her nose. “You were fierce today, almost putting a hole in Emma’s head.”Emily shrank into his arms. “...You know about that?”“I told you, I know everything about you.”“Mr. Satan, sometimes I really suspect you have a camera on me, watching live broadcasts all the time.”Mr. Satan shifted her in his arms and laughed. “If the law and you allowed it, I think it’s a good idea. At least