In the seafood restaurant, the waiter handed Sophia the bill. "Madam, could you please settle the bill?"Sophia angrily took it and tossed it aside without even looking. "How much is it?""It's a total of $120,00."Sophia snapped her head up. "I only had a few lobsters! Why is it so expensive? Are you trying to extort me?"The waiter hurriedly explained, "Oh no, that's not the case. Besides your table, there's also the bill from the table of those two ladies just now! They ordered more, so naturally, it's more expensive."Sophia pounded the table. "So you should ask them for money! Why should I pay?"The waiter was puzzled. "But, isn't that lady Mr. Reed's wife? They said Mr. Reed would settle the bill, but since Mr. Reed left first, we have to ask his assistant, which is you."Assistant?Sophia was speechless with anger.To make matters worse, the waiter asked again, "Aren't you his assistant?""Yes!" Sophia gritted her teeth as she reluctantly paid the bill with her card, seething w

"What?!" Wilson gasped, then quickly covered his mouth, not daring to show any flaws to Jackson.Many renowned stylists had been rejected by Jackson, and Emily's situation might be even worse.Wilson shook his head, sighing.With Jackson on-site, everyone began to work efficiently. Apart from necessary communication, no one dared to say more than a word.Emily first glanced at the makeup table and toolbox. The makeup products and tools were quite complete. The model girls sat in a row in front of the makeup mirrors, waiting for her makeup.She felt like her back was on fire, scorching hot. Emily knew it was because Jackson's gaze felt like it could tear her apart.As long as her makeup was slightly off, this man would probably instantly grab her by the collar and throw her out.She rubbed her hands, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down.These model girls all had good looks, and the difficulty of makeup wasn't particularly high.Having learned a lot about makeup in recen

"Oh my God, Mr. Satan really said that?" Olivia exclaimed, her anger evident as she nibbled on her ice cream. "I used to think he was decent. I even thought you'd have a good life with him. Turns out he's just another jerk."Early that morning, Emily received a call from Olivia, and the two arranged to meet at a café near the Hilton Hotel.Emily cradled a cup of hot milk, sipping it slowly. "You can't say that. After all, he's spent a lot of money on me, and he has been decent to me.""You're too naive. He even wears a mask while driving, clearly not wanting you to know his identity. Even if you two break up, you won't know who he is. Do you know what that behavior is called?""What?""He knows everything about your life, but you won't know anything about his."Emily chuckled at her, "Actually, I felt a little down at first, but now I'm quite calm. Olivia, yesterday I worked at the car show, and my boss was quite impressed with me. He said I'd be going to seven more car shows and doub

It's Emily again.It's her again!!Why is she always being compared to Emily?!She's a wealthy woman with a college degree, everything she wears, eats, and uses is branded. Why should she even be mentioned in the same breath as Emily, a girl from the slums?Sophia's chest heaved with anger, but she couldn't afford to fall out with Carol just yet.She had to endure until she officially became Mrs. Reed, until she married Nathan.Sophia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Fine, I'll call someone to fix it.""No, that's too expensive," Carol rolled her eyes. "We have money, but we can't just throw it away. It's just a toilet, not a big deal."Sophia scoffed, "Carol, calling a repairman isn't that expensive.""No, all the money comes from Nathan's hard work. You don't work, you don't get to decide how to spend it," Carol muttered, complaining under her breath. "You spend Nathan's money on luxury items every day, do you think I don't know? You even wear brand name perfume. Em

When Mr. Satan returned home in the evening, Emily brought up the matter."Named Morgan, doing business in Europe?"Emily asked as she helped him towel off his hair. "Yeah, that's what my dad said."Mr. Satan replied, closing his eyes and enjoying her care. "Emily, do you really want to find him?""I'm not sure," Emily said, feeling conflicted. "He abandoned me and my mom. If I were to find him, I feel like I'd be betraying my mom."Mr. Satan understood her well. "Emily, let me be honest with you. If you want to find him, I can help, no problem. But do you know how many Morgans there are in Europe? Your chances of finding him are slim. Plus, have you thought about why he left without telling your mom? Was he afraid she wouldn't wait for him to come back?"Emily shook her head firmly. "No, she would have. I heard my mom used to love him a lot.""That's what's so strange," Mr. Satan said, taking her hand. "He clearly knew your mother was pregnant, and he knew she would wait for him. So