Hello, Mr. Brent

Emily ran away. She didn't expect her one-night-stand to be Franklin Brent.

Although he had told her his name, she didn't associate it with the richest and the most sought-after bachelor in the city.

It was even more ridiculous that Franklin was Lucas's uncle.

Lucas boasted a lot about his uncle's legends.

However, it was more about his love affairs. It was said that he had a childhood fiancée and he was particularly infatuated with her. But his fiancée left for some unknown reason. Ever since then, he kept away from women and waited wholeheartedly for her to return.

And many women who coveted him were treated in a miserable way. There was once a woman who had hugged him in public, then he instructed his bodyguards to throw her into the river nearby.

These kinds of absurd things happened often. In short, he was a lotus growing in the snow mountain, which could not be reached by ordinary people. Anyone got close to it would die.

But now, she not only touched him but also took advantage of him and ran away with a fake name

Back then, she was heartbroken because she thought she had been taken advantage of by a strange man. But now she knew it's her who's taking advantages of him.

Now that Franklin knew who she was, how would he get back at her? "Joyce, I'm gonna die." Emily called her best friend and cried.

Joyce was startled and asked worriedly, "What happened?"

"Joyce, listen to me. There are 8,000 dollars in my bank account. The password is my birthday. Coupled with my salary at the end of this month, there should be about 20,000 dollars. If anything happens to me, please give it all to the hospital to cover my mother's medical expenses. As for the future... It is in the hands of God!" Emily couldn't help but sob as she spoke.

"Emily, what the hell is going on?" Joyce stamped her foot anxiously. oq

Emily did not know how to explain it, because everything was just her own imagination. If she spoke it out, one more person would be worried about her.

"It's okay, Joyce. I'm sorry. I am just... irritated by those two shits at their wedding today. It's okay now. Don't worry."

"Emily, be strong. They're just two shits. You don't have to be upset because of them. I'll treat you to a kebab tomorrow. There's nothing that a good meal can't solve. If not, just two."

After two days of trepidation, Franklin did not appear, as if nothing had ever happened

Emily heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed like she was overthinking.

So she just let it go and went back to make money. She needed money, the more the better, for her mother.

"Attention, everyone. A VIP client is coming over. Clear the hall and stand by. We must try our best to serve him well so he can spend a hell lot of money here.”

Early in the morning, the manager gathered all salesmen together. Joyce whispered to Emily, "Buying houses is not like buying cabbage in the market. Who would spend such a large sum of fortune to buy so many houses at the same time?"

"Maybe it's the one who makes speculative trading in the property market. Anyway, we should be smarter later.” Emily said in a low voice, her voice tinged with excitement.

"Come, everyone, quickly!"

Everyone stood at the door and waited until they finally heard the manager's eager shout.

"Welcome." The two rows of sales ladies and security guards bowed to the entrance respectfully.

The so-called VIP client, on the other hand, walked in with a poker-face, not even looking at them. With bodyguards around, his aura was oppressive enough.

Only then did Emily believe that he was indeed a VIP, a speculator. If he could buy a few sets at one go, she would make a lot of money.

"Mr. Brent, these are the new-built ones. Please have a look." The manager stepped in personally. He grinned and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Mr. Brent?

Emily's face suddenly turned white. Is that him? It cannot be!

She quickly looked up to check. Oh my God. It was actually Franklin, the guy she spent the night with. Not everyone was that handsome and dominating.

She hurriedly lowered her head, and the urge to sell houses to him to make more money was gone.

All she wanted now was to become invisible or hide herself into the corner so that he could not see her.