The peaceful life Emily had enjoyed for nine years didn't erase her past anxiety. Her brother had done a
lot of useless things for her, and he had not been able to make her forget her past.
"I really don't know how to comfort you with this look." He didn't know much about the past of Emily but
he knew that she could not ignore the pain that was hidden in the past.
"Oh, Mr. Brian, it's so rare to see you like this. You don't know what to do either." Said Emily in a weak
voice.
"Have you noticed that since you appeared, I have become more and more hesitant about what to do
with you?"
"Oh, so it's my problem?" Emily raised her eyebrows with a smile.
"No. because I care too much about you, I don't know how to avoid your sensitiveness."
There were so many secrets in Emily's heart that she wanted to keep. But now, Brian could not force
her to open these secrets because he did not want to see her bloody heart.
"Then hold me tight. I like the temperature of your body."
The smart and clever woman knew what was on Brian's mind. She appreciated his understanding and
kindness.
Since Emily said so, Brian hugged her tightly, as if trying to embed her into his flesh so that she could
live a happy life in a stable place instead of any wind and rain in the world. But Brian knew that it was
impossible for him to do that now.
The next morning, when she faced everyone, she was once again that confident, arrogant and
unrestrained Emily. Her cold eyes had been completely restrained, as if what he had seen last night
was only a fantasy, but he knew that last night was the most real image that Emily had hidden deeply.
But Brian knew very well that an image was only an image, and everyone had two sides. On the
surface and on the inside, they all hid themselves well.
However, this didn't last long before he was interrupted by a message. Brian believed that even if he
didn't have the news, Emily could get rid of this quickly.
When they barged into the hotel aggressively, the hotel manager immediately ushered them in.
"President, what can I do for you?" He nodded and bowed, almost kneeling on the ground.
Emily thought, 'are they really so frightening?'.
Emily couldn't care so much now, but what did he mean by 'president'? She looked at Brian with a faint
smile.
"Is this the territory of the World International?"
Brian nodded.
"Oh, that's easy. Come on..." She then gestured at the manager and the latter quickly walked to her
side. After all, she was Brian's wife and they didn't dare to offend her.
"Now that you know who he is, you should know who I am."
The lobby manager nodded his head obediently. Emily was relieved to see that Brian was so
aggressive that even the manager of a hotel cared about him.
The crowd couldn't help but look down upon Emily. Brian was the boss of the World International, who
controlled the economic sources of them. Why didn't they listen to him?
"By the way, check the guest who checked in these days. Whose name is it? It's me or Charles. Do you
know my name?"
The manager nodded firmly. Of course, he knew their president's wife and her name was well-known in
the city. After all, her wife had caused a lot of celebrities. As for Charles, he was naturally the son of
their president, the little prince of the World International. Without any delay, the manager went to do
the investigation according to Emily's order.
"Wow, it's so effective!" murmured Emily in a low voice.
When Brian heard the name from Emily, he showed a playful expression in his eyes.
"It seems that your brother is very interesting."
Charles sighed and thought, 'Uncle, it's funny to have the check in under someone else's name. It's
true that my uncle could do such a thing. But the problem is that my mommy is in an angry state now.
Uncle, pray for yourself.'
"Mrs. Brian, yes, we have found the room booked with Mr. Charles' name. It's in 305. I will take you to it
now."
"Well, he is getting bolder. He has openly used the name of Charles."
Emily went upstairs with her sleeves rolled up. Brian looked at the receding Emily and then Charles
and then they looked at each other for a while. Helplessly, they shook their heads and followed up.
"Open the door." When they arrived at the hotel room, Emily directly gave the three words.
The manager took a look at Brian and opened the door cooperatively. Then he moved to the other side
quickly for fear that he would be influenced by Emily's anger.
He was right. When he opened the door, Emily rushed into the room. Just after she took a few steps,
she heard bottles smashing on the ground. There were bottles of various brands in disorder. It was
hard to tell what kind of drunkard living here.
It was not a big deal. Then there were also messy takeout boxes that hadn't been packed for a long
time. Sitting next to them, Charles was quite surprised.
"Mr. Brian, haven't you cleaned up the guest rooms every day?" Charles asked.
"Young master, here is the thing. The guest who has lived in this room hasn't let a waiter to clean it up
in the past few days." The manager answered honestly.
"So you mean that the house has never been cleaned up since the moment he moved in?" Charles
sighed in surprise.
The manager nodded and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He could feel the dangerous aura around
him which was from Emily.
Charles felt a little admired to his uncle now. When he saw that Emily's face was very pale, he
exclaimed again, 'uncle, you're going to die this time!'.
With a slight "bang" sound, Emily kicked away the bottle at her feet mercilessly and went to the
bedroom inside. The bedroom was also in a mess. The smell of alcohol made her so drunk.
A figure was lying on the big bed in the bedroom. He slept like a dead pig. His colorful clothes were like
a peacock. He was, of course, drunk and rotten. He held a bottle in his hand. It seemed that he also
enjoyed the wine very much in his dream.
The corners of Emily's mouth curved upward slightly. Noticing that, Charles unconsciously stepped
back a few steps and pulled the hands of Brian, who agreed with what he did.
"Bring me a basin of cold water. I think he needs to wake up."
They had no choice but to turn to the manager who was standing aside.
So when a basin of cold water was poured on the sleeping man on the bed without mercy, the sleeping
man suddenly woke up. He sprang out of the bed and shouted, "it's raining! It's raining!"
He rushed to the ground like a thunderbolt. When he was about to land on the ground, he opened his
eyes and saw several people in his room.
At the moment when he saw the basin in the hand of Emily, he immediately understood everything.
However, when he noticed the faint smile on Emily's face, he was sober. He did not have time to care
about the wet clothes, but quickly moved backward, far away from Emily.
Unfortunately, the priest's height was a foot, and the devil's height was ten feet. Before he could do
anything, Emily had already strode forward and kicked the man who was about to run away with a
merciless kick. Right in the knee, the man was falling slowly like a withered leaf blowing by the autumn
wind, and he didn't look well.
"Okay. Mr. Jim, it's been only a few days since we last met. But you seemed unwilling to see me. I miss
you so much."
As she spoke, she moved closer to him, at the same time she could hear the cracking of her fingers.
The young man, however, didn't care about his discomfiture at all. He drew back slowly, and of course,
a smile that he thought was the best was still on his face.
"Miss Emily, you must be mistaken. My love for you is as strong as the torrent of water."
"Oh, really? What are you running back for? Come to me quickly to show your love."
"Well, I'm just about to change my clothes and then show my love to you again." He could no longer
maintain a smile on his face. At the same time, Emily didn't want to talk to him anymore.
"Of course. Haven't you shown enough gratitude to me? You really impressed me!"
When Emily received the bill this morning, she was pale in the face. He really dared to come here
without showing up for several days, eating, drinking and sleeping. Finally, he handed the bill to her. He
was getting more and more daring to take money from her pocket.
"Emily, don't get me wrong..." He got up quickly and fled.
"No, there must be something wrong with your brain. I have not been around for a long time."
Therefore, in the bedroom, a totally mess was apparently happening. Of course, Jim was at a
disadvantage. He had no choice but to escape. That was to say, he didn't want to be humiliated, but to
be beat.
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