Semua Bab Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Emily had no reason to refuse.Makeup for thirty or forty car models: twenty thousand a day. Makeup for Jackson alone: one hundred thousand a day.And, doing makeup for men was easier than for women."Are you coming or not?" Jackson impatiently urged her.Emily gritted her teeth. "I'm coming!""Heh heh," Jackson chuckled. "Alright, send me your address, and I'll pick you up tomorrow."Emily hesitated for a moment and then quickly refused. "It's not necessary, really. Just tell me the location, and I can take the bus. I don't want to trouble you.""That place is only accessible to VIP clients," Jackson bluntly informed her. "Do you want me to wait for you at the entrance?"Emily paused, ultimately agreeing."I'm staying at the Hilton Hotel.""I'll add you as a WhatsApp friend, and you can send me your address."There was no choice. Emily complied with his request and provided her WhatsApp.After hanging up, his friend request quickly popped up.Although it felt a bit strange, Emily add

Jackson wasn't pleased; he dragged her to a nearby spot, his expression darkening.Emily's attention was all on Allen Parker; she didn't notice Jackson's worsening mood.Allen Parker had the demeanor of someone in power. He spoke with poise and carried himself with grace, a mature and successful man, much like Mr. Satan.And then there was his face...Emily recalled Mr. Satan's jawline in her mind. She had been too shocked earlier to take a good look at Allen Parker's jawline."Emily," Jackson couldn't bear it anymore, "Are you infatuated?"Emily snapped out of it, "What?""You've been staring at my brother, what's the meaning of that? Are you smitten with him already?"Emily didn't know how to respond.Seeing her silence, Jackson became even more annoyed, "Say something!"Emily felt that while she initially found Jackson intimidating, today, upon their second meeting, she realized he was just a big boy with a bad temper.She explained, "I just thought your brother resembled a friend

A loud, heavy sound echoed in the corner of the hospital room.Sophia, huddled under the bed, screamed in terror.Chairs shattered into pieces, wooden fragments flying in all directions. Some pieces scratched Sophia's legs, and blood trickled slowly down her skin.Emily didn't care anymore. She approached Sophia's hiding place step by step."Come out," she said.Sophia, barely able to speak from fear, stammered, "You're crazy! Emily, you're really crazy!""Yes, I'm crazy. I should be." Emily replied, already gripping a long rod.Sophia paled. "What are you going to do?""I'm going to make you pay for what you did today," Emily said, gesturing with the metal rod above her head."Help!!!" Sophia pushed Emily away and ran for the door.With a bang, the ward door was kicked open.Nathan rushed in and shielded Sophia in his arms. Emily swung the rod at his back.Nathan immediately grabbed the rod and threw it aside.Sophia clung to Nathan, crying, "Nathan, save me, she's going to kill me..

Emily didn't know how to explain.Mr. Satan liked her hair very much, winding it around his fingertips and then letting it go lazily. "Stay away from him a bit."Emily nodded. "I'll keep my distance from him.""Good." Mr. Satan's hand slowly slid down from her head, his fingertips gently caressing her dewy face. "I feel like I can't be away from you anymore."Emily felt ticklish by his touch and leaned away. "Do you know Jackson?""Uh, sort of," Mr. Satan's response was vague.Which was true, given their shared circles in high society.Emily reached out, also touching his cheek.His white mask seemed to glow in the moonlight. Her hand slid along his jawline, wanting to remember its contours.He caught her hand and kissed it lightly. "I didn't shave properly."Emily chuckled, retracting her hand, and curled up in his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes to rest."Mr. Satan.""Yeah?""If I sue Sophia in court, do I have a chance of winning?"Mr. Satan wrapped his

"Logan Morgan, 52 years old, from New York, has been working in landscape design for many years. He is now a renowned expert in landscape design, having lived in Europe for many years and married for several years with a son." Mr. Satan briefly told her about Logan Morgan: "I wanted to investigate his wife too, but there's limited information. His wife is very low-key and seems reluctant to be in the spotlight." After hearing this, Emily's certainty grew stronger. The conditions matched too perfectly. There are many people with the last name Morgan, but there are probably very few who meet all these criteria. It seemed that the information her uncle brought back was likely accurate, and this Logan Morgan was very likely her father. Mr. Satan asked her, "Emily, what do you think?" Emily hesitated for a moment before saying, "He has his own family now. Does his current wife know about his past with my mom? If I acknowledge him as my father, I'm afraid it will disrupt another