Semua Bab Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed: Bab 431 - Bab 440

"Is there a meeting this morning?" Emily glanced over her schedule. There was no mention of any meetings, but she double-checked just in case. "Do I need to attend?"Ken blinked at her, then grinned. "Of course you do! You're the soul of the entire luxury apartment project. Without you, the whole thing would grind to a halt. Come on, let's head up together."Emily quickly gathered her notes and documents related to the luxury apartment project, holding them close to her chest as she followed Ken to the elevator.It was the busiest time of day, and the elevator stopped at nearly every floor, packed with employees rushing to start their day.Ken sighed in frustration. "Ever since our company merged with the Norman Group, the number of employees skyrocketed. This building feels smaller every day."Emily raised an eyebrow. "Have all of the Norman Group's employees moved here?""Yep," Ken confirmed. "And get this—I don't know if I ever mentioned it, but our boss is the heir to the Norman G

Emily was taken aback by how different Vincent Norman seemed today. It was as if he had fully returned to his role as the boss—detached, professional, and focused. Perhaps this was for the best, she thought. If everyone returned to their rightful roles, things would settle naturally.Vincent had always been a smart man. He wasn’t someone who should be held back by emotions. Especially now that she had Jackson by her side, it made sense for Vincent to distance himself from personal entanglements.Emily resolved to focus entirely on her work, setting her emotions aside."While large apartments can meet the spatial needs of growing families, the increased size also drives up the price. Our luxury apartment project is already located in a prime area, which means the price per square foot will be high. There aren’t many young families who can afford such expensive housing," she explained.Ken chimed in, "Exactly! I’ve thought about this too. The pricing will be steep, especially for large

Winter in New York had already turned bone-chilling.Satan coughed softly, trying to suppress the sound, but even his restrained effort echoed with a rasp that made Emily feel uneasy. The kind of deep, hoarse cough that hinted at something far worse.“You shouldn’t be out here in the cold," Emily said. "Dylan already works too hard, and now he has to babysit you, taking care of your health. How much are you paying him to make him willing to play nurse for you?”Satan’s complexion was pale. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and quietly tucked it behind his back. “I’ll give Dylan the best compensation.”But Emily had already noticed his movements. Her gaze followed his hidden hand. “Show me.”“I’m fine.”Emily didn’t buy it. She reached over and pulled his hand from behind his back.“What’s this?” She pointed to the streak of red on his fingertips. “You’re coughing up blood again?”“It’s nothing.”“Coughing up blood is ‘nothing’? What does ‘serious’ look like, t

Seeing her response, Satan's face finally showed a bit of relief. What surprised him even more was the small spark of happiness he felt. He hadn't expected that someone as seemingly invincible as him would resort to such childish tactics to keep her near.In relationships, they were both novices. One too proud to express feelings, the other too oblivious to ask, leading to three years of missed opportunities. Though it was full of regrets, Satan now felt like there was still a chance. They had somehow returned to where they started, hadn’t they?Meeting once was a coincidence, twice was fate, but meeting three times—well, that had to be destiny.Not far away, Emily was on the phone with Dylan.“…Hi, Dylan, yes, it’s me… No, he’s not doing well. We’re at the hospital, the same one as last time…” she said quietly into the phone.“Could you bring over some porridge? I can’t leave right now… Thank you. Sorry to trouble you,” she added before hanging up.When Emily turned around, she notic

Satan nodded, confirming his decision not to release any advance payments. Emily found this decision somewhat strange, but since Satan was the boss, she pushed down her doubts and followed his instruction, responding to Dylan's email accordingly. They continued working through a few more emails, and before long, evening had fallen. Emily handed his phone back to him and stood by the window, stretching and silently gazing at the city lights. The quietness in the hospital room seemed to grow even more profound. Suddenly, Satan's phone rang. He gestured for Emily to answer it. Thinking it was Dylan, she casually picked up the call. “Hello?” There was silence on the other end for several seconds before a woman's sharp voice cut through, “Who are you? Why are you answering Satan's phone?” That voice sounded vaguely familiar... and there was only one person who called him Satan like that. “Well? Say something! Who are you?” Emily hesitated for a moment but recognized who it