Emily opened the door and prepared to go out, but saw several men in black searching back and forth in the corridor, as if looking for someone.
Her face turned pale, and she was so scared that she quickly fumbled for the phone in her dress pocket, wanting to call for help.
After all, there are some risks, and as a woman, she can't afford to take them.
Listening to the busy tone coming from the phone, Emily knew that the person she instinctively thought could help her would not answer her call again.
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In William's Mansion, William stared at his mother who had snatched his phone with a pair of angry red eyes: "Mom, give me back my phone!"
"It was Emily that bitch who called, right? Why do you still want to answer her call?" Yuan's mother was shocked and angry: "Have you forgotten how your father died?"
William's eyes were stern, and his fists were clenched at his side, but he didn't say anything else.
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Emily called the person she trusted most, James, again, but she couldn't get through.
"What do you think? Now I am the only one who can save the beauty. If you marry me, I will not only not care about your crime of raping me last night, but also help you deal with the Old Man outside and solve your father's case!" The handsome Joseph raised a determined smile at the corner of his lips, looking down at the petite girl.
Emily frowned, looked up at the man in front of her who was more than 1.9 meters tall and exuded a king-like tallness and spirit, and asked him: "Why do you have to marry me? What are your intentions?"
"It's very simple, responsible!" Joseph said lightly.
"Is it really just like that?" Emily is not stupid. She always feels that everything that happened last night is very likely under the control of this shrewd and restrained man in front of her.
Joseph shrugged lazily and handsomely: "It seems that whether you believe it or not, you can only marry me now!"
Emily thought again and again, and finally agreed to his request.
No matter what, she couldn't just leave her father in jail. Since this man promised her that he would save her father, it wouldn't be a loss for her to lose her marriage if she could deal with the disgusting old man who was still waiting outside and unwilling to leave.
Emily was more careful and postponed the registration time to the afternoon.
Joseph naturally understood her little thoughts and didn't expose her in person. He nodded and let her leave.
Not long after Emily left, Joseph's assistant came in and said respectfully:
"President, Emily's father Christopher has been bailed out."
"Huh?" Joseph stood in front of the grand French window in the reception room, tall and noble, domineering and restrained, completely without the evil and gentleness he had just shown in front of Emily.
"It was William who did it." The assistant had been with Joseph for many years and knew that the president had always been frugal with words and seemed to have no patience with anyone.
So he understood the president's simple words and said truthfully: "But as far as I know, even if William helped Emily, he would not let her know."
Joseph's lips curled slightly, and a smile of confidence flashed across his deep eyes.
The game is getting more and more interesting!
Emma, do you think you can pretend not to remember me after changing your identity?
Emily had no money and could only walk home.
She walked on the sidewalk and didn't notice that there was a car driving slowly not far from her, following her.
The car didn't leave until she returned to the Bai family villa.
Emily didn't expect that the man was so efficient. Her father who was said to have been arrested had been released half an hour ago.
"Where the hell have you been?" Christopher sat on the sofa with a dark face and smoked.
"That's right, Emily, where have you been? You don't even know that our dad is in trouble! If it weren't for my friend's help, we wouldn't be able to see our dad now!" Abigail, who was packing her luggage, said in a weird tone.
Emily glanced at Abigail with a cold look, and her voice became a little colder: "Where I went, don't you and your mother know?"
"What a joke! My mom and I are not the worms in your stomach, how do we know where you went? You are such a heartless person. Our dad is in jail, and you still have the mood to fool around outside and come back now." Abigail's eyes were filled with sarcasm, staring at Emily's speechless look as if she was watching a good show.
He framed her, but he was still justified and blamed her seriously. Emily was furious: "Abigail, those dirty things you and your mom did..."
Before she finished speaking, a loud slap hit her face.
Emily looked at the father, Christopher, who suddenly hit her in astonishment.
Christopher's face was as black as coal, and he glared at Emily with anger: "You are disrespectful. Isn't her mother your mother? If it weren't for your sister today, I would still be suffering in the police station now!"
Seeing Emily being beaten, Abigail felt so happy!
Emily didn't waste her breath to say anything more. After all, even if she told him what happened last night, her father would not believe her or help her.
She was so angry that she forgot her mother's repeated warnings before her death, asking her not to easily expose her true emotions and thoughts.
She suppressed her anger and slowly settled accounts with the mother and daughter later.
"Why don't you go upstairs and pack your luggage!" Christopher yelled at her unhappily.
Emily thought her father was going to drive her away, so she turned around and went upstairs.
"By the way, if your mother and brother have anything worth remembering, you'd better take it with you. From now on, this house doesn't belong to us!" Abigail reminded her "kindly" downstairs.
"What do you mean?" Emily stopped suddenly and looked back at Abigail.
It turned out that this villa has been mortgaged and auctioned, and it no longer belongs to their Bai family. They have to move to a distant relative's house to live temporarily.