Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 291 - チャプター 300

Logan Morgan looked around stealthily. People had already recognized him, and some had taken out their phones to snap pictures and record videos.“Emily, things aren't as simple as you think. The events of those years were very complicated. You can’t just believe what Grace says...”Emily chuckled, nodding as she crossed her arms and sat down on the sofa. “Alright, I’m free today. Why don’t you tell me the whole story? I’d love to hear why you took your wife’s... oh no, your ex-wife’s designs to a competition and won first prize with them?”Logan’s face turned red with anger. “She told you about that?”“I told you, I know what I need to know. And what Grace wouldn’t say, others did.”Logan fell silent.Emily wasn’t in a rush. She sat while Logan stood, and she could see his eyes darting around, clearly calculating, trying to come up with an excuse that might convince her of his innocence.But Emily wasn’t stupid.Her bag vibrated with a call.She took out her phone and saw it was Mr.

Emily looked up in surprise, “They plan to pin Emma's death on me?”“Yes,” Mr. Satan replied softly. “Jackson was too careless.”“He was just trying to help me...”“I know, which is why I don’t blame him. Emma, who had lost all morals for money, deserved her fate, but her death has made many things more complicated.”Emily's shoulders slumped. “It’s my fault. I couldn't hold back and ended up hurting her…”“I know,” Mr. Satan said, handing a cup of hot water and placing it in her hands. “Have some water. You've talked a lot today; you must be thirsty.”The glass was warm, almost hot, but drinkable—the perfect temperature.This was the temperature she was most accustomed to.She always had a sensitive stomach and preferred drinking water slightly hotter than usual, something Mr. Satan remembered.She took a small sip, feeling the warmth slide down her throat and settle comfortably in her stomach.He turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.Emily was startled, “Mr. Satan?

Mr. Satan shared his thoughts with Emily."...The design copyright belongs to your mother personally, and she was not legally married to Logan. This means Logan has no right to inherit anything after her death, including that design. As her only daughter, with your authorization, I can turn it into reality."Emily licked her lips and asked, "Is this project very expensive?""I've already had the company conduct a cost analysis. Your mother's design concept is a modern pastoral city. The apartment buildings aren't very tall, with wide spacing to ensure plenty of sunlight, and large grassy areas for people to relax and play. She emphasized returning to nature. So, the cost isn't low, but for wealthy people, these apartments are far more attractive than ordinary residences. They're willing to pay a higher price for a high-quality living environment."Emily nodded, "You decide it.""Alright, I'll discuss the details with you once we have a plan.""Okay."Living in a Hilton hotel wasn’t ba

"Ah—"Emily let out a scream, feeling the wind rush past her ears.Who could it be? Sophia, Grace, or perhaps Logan Morgan, trying to silence her?In those split seconds, countless possibilities flashed through her mind.But then—"Emily, don't be afraid, it's me."Standing in front of her was a jet-black motorcycle, its design exuding an air of arrogance. The front headlights were blinding, and the engine roared. He twisted the throttle, making the engine rumble loudly.The air was filled with a faint scent of gasoline.Emily frowned, looking at the person on the motorcycle..."Mr. Satan?"He wore only a black shirt, the tie loosely draped. His face was obscured by a helmet, making him unrecognizable.Emily recognized him by his physique and voice."You..." she looked at him, astonished, "What's going on?"Mr. Satan chuckled, one foot on the ground, arms crossed as he looked down at her. "Jackson said I live too by-the-book, depriving you of the dating experience. I thought about it

Mr. Satan always had a plan for everything. Now that they had revealed all their secrets and pasts, she still trusted his judgment and supported his actions.But...Emily gently nudged him, signaling him not to be too affectionate. She felt a bit shy.Mr. Satan didn't mind. He kept his arm around her waist, maintaining the close posture. "Bryden, did you come over today for something specific?"Bryden's gaze shifted between Mr. Satan and Emily, puzzled and slightly embarrassed. "You haven't been home for a few days. Grandma misses you."Mr. Satan nodded. "Alright, we'll go home together tonight and have dinner with Grandma."The more relaxed Mr. Satan acted, the more agitated Bryden felt.But why he was agitated, he couldn't quite explain.There was a pent-up frustration within him, pressing against his chest, making him uncomfortable. He had to say some things, no matter what."Brother, there's something I need to ask you about. Can we talk in your office?"Just then, Janet arrived,