Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed

Chapter 87 Lisa

Mr. Satan always wore a mask during the day. The private room was quiet and private. If they were sitting in the lobby, everyone would surely point and gossip at him.

Emily's tone was polite. "I'm sorry, but we're not quite comfortable. Could you go and ask the guests in other rooms?"

The waiter looked troubled too. "I've asked them all. None of them are willing. Ma'am, could you please help? I'm really in a difficult position..."

Emily was a kind person, considering the waiter's predicament.

So she said, "Then, Mr. Satan, shall we take the salad back to our room?"

The waiter was relieved. "Thank you so much..."

"No," Mr. Satan's tone was cold. "We'll eat here."

Emily nudged him. "Whether we eat here or go back, it's the same..."

"Emily, this is the second thing I want to teach you: never let others think you're easy to bully. You might think you're helping others, but in their eyes, you're just someone who can be bullied. If we leave today, then in the future, if we encounter such a situation again, would you keep retreating all the time? We're paying to eat here, the salad here is expensive, and my bill includes the service."

Mr. Satan sat up straight. "Miss, I'm not intentionally making things difficult for you, and I'm very willing to understand that your job isn't easy, but I'm sorry, the damage to the room is not a problem for us. Even if I were alone here today, I reserved this room first and no one has the right to make me give it up, understand?"

The waiter smiled awkwardly. "I understand, sorry to bother you..."

The waiter left, and the door to the private room closed.

Emily felt a bit embarrassed. "The guests next door must be very difficult to deal with, otherwise the waiter wouldn't have begged us like that."

"So, easygoing people are destined to suffer?" Mr. Satan said seriously. "Emily, let me give you an example. When you were at the Reed's, you did the housework diligently but still got blamed by Carol. But now Sophia doesn't do any housework, and Carol doesn't dare to kick her out."

His words were a bit harsh.

But Emily understood in her heart that Mr. Satan was looking out for her.

She used to have a good temperament, apologizing first whenever Carol got angry, regardless of whether it was her fault or not, which is why Carol became more and more unreasonable. In her eyes, she was trying to reduce conflicts and arguments, but in Carol's eyes, she was someone easy to bully.

Emily smiled wryly. "You're right, but there's another reason. Sophia has her mother and stepfather. She has the power to resist Carol, but I don't have anyone to rely on."

"But does your tolerance bring understanding?" Mr. Satan held her hand. "Never expect others to pity you; it's the most useless approach."

Emily nodded. "I understand what you mean. You want me to learn to be strong on my own."

"Be confident, and be strong. You're the best girl in my heart, no worse than anyone else."

Emily's heart warmed, nodding.

She quickly finished the salad in her bowl and then took his hand. "I've finished eating, can we go back to our room now? This room can also be vacated."

Mr. Satan sighed, helpless.

Emily was always very kind.

Suddenly, the door of the private room was forcefully pushed open with a loud bang.

The door slammed hard against the wall behind it, causing the decorative paintings hanging on the wall to shake.

"Wow, why is it you, you ugly

duckling!" Herry walked in, holding a

basketball, humming a tune. He looked around and quickly shouted outside the door, "Mom! Come and see! This room is bigger and nicer than ours! Let's eat here!"

Emily also recognized this little boy who had caused a scene at the car show before.

Mr. Satan protected Emily, placing himself in front of her, and asked her, "Do you know him?"

"We met at the car show yesterday. He broke quite a few things." She took a deep breath and added, "He's Sophia's brother. Sophia's mother had him with her stepfather.

The gaze under Mr. Satan's mask became profound.

O.UMS

Grace and Logan Morgan came in, followed by Carol, and finally, Nathan and Sophia.

Emily noticed a middle-aged man standing next to Grace.

He was wearing a formal suit and polished leather shoes, with meticulously groomed hair, and exuded a bit of the authority of an elder, clearly someone with @bad temper.

"Herry likes it here, so let's eat here." Logan Morgan turned to Grace and asked, "What do you think of this room?"

Grace naturally replied gently, "I think it's great."

Logan Morgan smiled. "Then let's stay here. Where is the waiter?"

The waiter hurriedly arrived. "Oh dear, sir, why did you come over by yourselves? I've found a new room for you."

"I'm not going! I'll stay here!" Herry pouted, holding Logan Morgan's hand and acting spoiled. "Dad, I want to eat here. Make this ugly duckling leave!"

Logan Morgan frowned. "Which ugly duckling?"

Herry pointed his finger. "It's her! She's the one who threw my basketball last time. Dad, make her pay!"

Following Herry's finger, Logan Morgan froze instantly. "Lisa?"