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
Emily didn't understand what Olivia meant. Olivia was impatient, tapping her foot. "Remember when you fainted at the hospital with your dad? Do you know who brought you back?" Emily's eyes lit up. "Mr. Satan!" "Exactly!" Olivia smirked triumphantly. "When he went to the hospital, he couldn't wear a mask, right? So, if we get hold of the hospital's surveillance footage, we'll see who took you, and the truth will come out." Olivia already had the surveillance video in hand. Emily hesitated, but Olivia pulled her to sit beside her. "Let's just watch it first." They opened a video link from the email, and the cover was the hospital's entrance. Olivia maximized the video and pressed play. Though the surveillance footage wasn't crystal clear, they could still vaguely see the faces of people entering and exiting the hospital. The area in front of the hospital was always bustling, even at night. Under the bright lights, people hurried in and out. Suddenly, a familiar figure
"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
"What are you two doing here?"Emily turned around abruptly, spotting Allen Parker standing nearby, his gaze sharp as he observed her and Jackson."Brother, perfect timing," Jackson finally stood up, no longer pressing her. He gestured towards Emily. "Do you like her?"The gleam in Allen Parker's eyes flickered. "She seems decent."After a pause, he added, "From an employer's perspective, she's a good employee."Jackson pressed further, "But from a man's perspective?"Allen Parker chuckled lightly. "She's beautiful, with a great personality. What man wouldn't like her?"Jackson's eyes turned sharp instantly. "Are you serious?""Kidding," Allen Parker lifted his wrist to check the time. "Jackson, the exhibition is in less than an hour. Don't you need to prepare?"Time was tight, and now wasn't the best time for a conversation.Jackson fell silent for a moment, then pulled Emily back to the makeup room, leaving Allen Parker alone, seemingly lost in thought as he watched them leave.The
The arrival of Allen Parker made the atmosphere tense.He walked in, glanced at Emily standing behind Jackson, and at that moment, Emily was also looking at him.Emily noticed his jawline."You've been observing me?" There was a hint of an ambiguous smile on Allen Parker's lips.Emily quickly averted her gaze. "No, I..."Jackson interrupted, "Allen, when did you meet Emily?"Allen Parker raised an eyebrow. "The day you brought Emily to the banquet.""But Emily said you two knew each other long before that," Jackson turned to Emily, raising his eyebrows slightly. "So, were you lying to me just now?"Emily was captured by his gaze, hesitated for a moment, and didn't know how to answer."Jackson, be gentler with girls," Allen Parker patted his shoulder. "Fate between people is unpredictable. Perhaps we've met somewhere else before."His words were ambiguous, and Emily couldn't tell which was true and which was false.Stepping forward, Jackson stood in front of Emily, blocking her view of
Emily was arranged at the center of a platform.Beside her was a sleek black luxury convertible, with a low-key yet magnificent color scheme, boasting an arrogant and imposing appearance. Although Emily wasn't particularly knowledgeable about cars, she could tell that this model was definitely not something an ordinary person could afford.As soon as Emily positioned herself on the platform, it was time for the official start of the car show.After the host's introduction, the curtains of the entire showroom slowly opened, and darkness enveloped the venue.Then, a spotlight illuminated the central platform of the showroom.A perfect car model stood next to the immaculate car.The host's voice echoed loudly: "This is today's car king at the exhibition. Everyone, behold its perfect streamlined exterior, resembling the African black panther. This is a perfect fusion of dominance and fierceness, the masterpiece that designer Jackson dedicated three years to craft—"The spotlight was too b
It felt like they had been walking for a long, long time before she was gently placed in the passenger seat of the car.The chassis of this car was high; it should be an SUV.Mr. Satan let go of her, and his arm withdrew from around her waist, the familiar warmth suddenly disappearing, leaving Emily feeling a bit flustered."Mr. Satan?""Yeah, I'm here," his voice was in her ear, "Is your foot still hurting?"Emily reached out and felt his firm muscles, feeling much relieved. "Did you forget to wear a mask today?"Mr. Satan responded with a grunt, "Do you want to see me?"Although she already knew Mr. Satan was Allen Parker, saying she didn't want to confirm it with her own eyes would be a lie.She wanted to open her eyes and see him more than ever.But..."Would I ruin your plans?"Mr. Satan's kiss landed gently on her lightly closed eyelids. "Maybe, but if you really want to see...""No need," Emily obediently closed her eyes, "I won't look. I'll wait until the day you're truly will
Olivia heard about her sprained foot and came to visit her early the next morning.As Olivia held her ankle, she frowned and said, "I suspect you're exaggerating. Your ankle doesn't look swollen."Emily also found it strange. Mr. Satan had massaged her ankle again this morning, and the swelling had disappeared in no time.Olivia asked, "Did Mr. Satan massage your foot again?"Sitting down beside her, Olivia continued, "Actually, Allen Parker is quite decent. I asked many friends, and they all said that Allen Parker, despite being thirty years old, has been single all this time! It seems he's not a playboy. Just think, he sees various types of female celebrities every day; he probably isn't just attracted to a woman's appearance anymore."Emily chuckled, "Are you complimenting my inner beauty?""Of course! Your personality is charming!" Suddenly, Olivia remembered something and exclaimed excitedly, "Yesterday, Nathan scolded Sophia harshly in front of many high society people. It's bei