Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed

Chapter 75 New Model

When they arrived at the Hilton hotel, Emily went upstairs first while Allen Parker parked the car.

Just as Emily entered the hotel lobby, Allen Parker's phone rang.

"Keep your brother away from Emily," the voice on the other end demanded.

Allen Parker sighed helplessly. "Jackson is an adult now, and how can I control his feelings? I grew up with Jackson, and I've never seen him so invested in any woman before. He seems genuinely smitten. I don't want to see him getting deeper into this. You'd better tell Emily the truth soon, and let Jackson put an end to it."

"It's almost done," Satan said. "I'm speeding things up."

"Good," Allen Parker glanced at the hotel lobby, where Emily's figure was no longer visible. "She's already in the elevator. You should head back now."

Back in room 2307, Emily habitually didn't turn on the lights.

She took out some vegetables from the refrigerator, intending to make dinner.

"Emily?"

Satan entered the room.

"I'm in the kitchen," Emily replied. "Do you want to take a shower first?"

Satan didn't speak but walked directly into the kitchen and embraced her from behind.

The familiar and warm embrace enveloped her.

"Emily, I'll find you a new job," Satan said.

Emily understood his implication. She felt a bit guilty. "I don't know what's gotten into Jackson... If this situation bothers you, I'll change jobs."

Satan took a deep breath and kissed her on the nape of her neck. "Emily, you know, I want you to live freely, but I can't stand other men having thoughts about you. I feel jealous even if they just glance at you."

Emily laughed and turned in his embrace to face him. "I'm already pregnant, what else are you worried about?"

"I'm worried," Satan held her tighter, "the longer I'm with you, the more afraid I am of losing you. Emily, you're too dazzling. If one day I take off my mask, I'm afraid I won't have the courage to face you." Emily didn't mind and chuckled softly. "You haven't done anything to hurt me, why would you be afraid to face me?"

Satan remained silent for a long time but ultimately didn't say anything.

His heart hid too many secrets, like a Pandora's box. He could package the exterior of the box beautifully, but once it was opened, the chaos inside would spread out before her eyes. "Satan?" Emily called.

"Hmm."

"What kind of job are you planning to find for me? I don't have a college degree or any particular skills..."

"Emily, do you want to continue your education?"

Emily was taken aback. "College? My uncle mentioned it to me before, but I'm pregnant now, and I still have to pay for my dad's medical bills. Let's forget about it."

"You don't need to consider so much. Just answer me, do you want to go to college?"

Emily gritted her teeth and nodded. "Yes."

She had regretted giving up college in the past. But in reality, too many things hindered her. She thought this dream had become an extravagance.

"Okay," Satan said indulgently.

in said

"Starting from now, focus on your studies. After the baby is born, we'll move to LA to live. You'll go to schoot I'll go to work, and our child will go to kindergarten. Shall we

leave New York?"

"Of course," Emily said. "I'm just curious, why don't you want to stay in New York? Isn't your company here? Will it be inconvenient for your work if we go to LA?"

"It won't," Satan reassured her. "Once our child is born, I'll work from home. I can still make a lot of money."

Emily pondered for a moment. He worked in the entertainment industry, and it seemed that his office location wasn't that restrictive.

Moreover, Hollywood was on the West Coast, and many TV stations and media outlets were there, making his work more convenient. So she nodded. "Okay."

After preparing dinner, they quietly enjoyed their meal.

Originally, post-dinner was an "intimate" time for the two of them, but now with the child, this activity had to be canceled.

Though Mr. Satan was quite displeased, he had to consider the child and could only repeatedly take cold showers in the bathroom.

After he returned from a cold shower, Emily suggested, "Should we sleep in separate rooms for now? I can go to the guest room, and you might feel better."

Mr. Satan quickly refused, "No, you lie down and rest, I'll be fine."

"But..."

"No buts. We only have this short time to ourselves each day, and I won't allow it to be taken away."

Usually, Mr. Satan was very

accommodating, almost always meeting her requests, but on this matter, he was extremely firm. Without giving Emily a chance to argue further, he embraced her. "Go to sleep, don't worry too much Tomorrow will be another good day."

"...Tomorrow is the auto show. Should I still go to work?"

Mr. Satan took a deep breath. "Since you've already agreed, you should go to work."

Emily hugged him back, nodding. "I'll try to avoid Jackson as much as possible."

Mr. Satan snorted. "Just treat him like air."

"...Okay."

The next morning, Emily, as usual, got up early and arrived at the auto show venue two hours ahead of schedule.

Manager Wilson was there just as early.

After the last incident, Manager Wilson was very nervous this time. He not only double-checked the number and list of models but also called in two substitutes to handle any emergencies.

When Emily arrived, Manager Wilson was still furrowing his brows in worry.

She counted the models, totaling thirty-three. "There shouldn't be any problems this time, Manager Wilson. Why are you still worried?"

Manager Wilson turned to her with a troubled expression. "The number of models is not the issue. But just now, I received news. Chloe is also coming today. She's going to model for a car designed by Jackson." Chloe?

The name sounded familiar to Emily.

"Is she a model?"

"Oh my God, you don't know Chloe?

She's an Oscar-winning actress! A huge star! She rarely participates in these events! If it weren't for Jackson being Allen Parker's

brother, she wouldn't have come. With her high profile, once she arrives, many media outlets and paparazzi will follow. I'm afraid our security won't be enough."