Damian sat up on his hospital bed, staring at the message glowing on his lightcore screen. He was so furious that he nearly crushed the custom-made device in his hand. "D*mn it! What's with Emma? She's impossible to deal with! Does she not understand basic language, or what?" His voice thundered, leaving his assistant trembling in the corner. It had been years since anyone had seen Mr. Voss this enraged. Damian slammed his fist into the pillow. "Get the ship ready. I'm going to F-268!" If he couldn't handle one broke, rootless female without family or money, then he wasn't Damian at all. … When Emma finally came downstairs, she blinked in surprise at the sight of three men still sitting on her couch."You don't mean to tell me… you've been sitting here since yesterday?" The Grand Elder gave a pitiful nod. They hadn't expected the female to sleep this long. Etherians only needed five hours of rest a day, yet she had slept an entire day and night. Still, he forced a kind smile. "Ms. Emma Tibarn, yesterday's comfort worked wonders for His Majesty. We truly can't thank you enough." Emma shrugged. "I took your star coins. I was only doing my job." Her stomach growled. All she wanted was to get them out and raid the kitchen. But Sebastian wasn't budging. "Actually, we discussed this last night. To make things easier for you… and more convenient for His Majesty's recovery, he would like to stay here with you. Just for a while." This villa was one of the Empire's welfare perks for female Etherians—five hundred square meters, three stories tall. From the look of it, the place was furnished with the government's standard package, nothing custom or luxurious. It felt plain, almost barebones. Compared to the Thalassian Palace, it wasn't even in the same league. Clearly, this female didn't have much in the way of savings. Still, she seemed to be diligent—the villa was spotless, everything neatly kept. Letting Your Majesty live here was definitely a downgrade, but under the current circumstances, there wasn't much choice. Emma frowned. "You want to live in my house?" "Not us," the elder rushed to explain. "Only His Majesty. Of course, he won't stay for free. One hundred million star coins a month. What do you say?" Emma almost choked on her own spit. She'd bled and sweated for five years to save up barely three million. These guys tossed out a hundred million like pocket change. What else could she do? She had no choice but to worship the rich uncle himself. "No problem at all." She flashed her sweetest smile. "I'll keep the third floor. The first and second floors have nine spare rooms. Take whichever you like, and stay for as long as you want." The elder's face lit up. "You're truly a kind and generous mate." He could see it now—this little female had a soft spot for star coins. As long as they kept paying, she'd be an angel. Drake picked the biggest room on the second floor. His men re-arranged it, then layered on an interstellar-grade shield—unbreakable, indestructible, except by Drake himself. "Your Majesty, the room is ready. Please rest." The elder's heart ached. Ever since Emma left them last night, they hadn't dared to intrude on her home. They sat waiting in the living room the entire night while their master went sleepless. At last, Drake raised his head, his eyes locking on Emma. "Comfort." He'd been waiting for her. Yesterday's session had worked too well, but she'd slept through the whole day instead.Typical female—so fragile. Just five minutes of calming him, and she was out cold. Emma wanted nothing more than to get it over with, but her stomach was cramping with hunger. "Look, I can't comfort you on an empty stomach. Let me eat first, and I'll do it. Give me half an hour." If she ended up drained and weak again like yesterday, she'd be flat on the floor. And she refused to choke down another nutrient drink. Hungry? Drake's long fingers twitched. A green vial floated over to her. The elder quickly explained, "Ms. Tibarn, this is a nutrient elixir from the Aquadome, distilled from deep-sea plants. Far tastier than beast meat elixirs. Please try." Emma grimaced. Nutrient drinks never filled her. She was human. She needed real food. Even after five years in the interstellar world, she couldn't give up that habit. "I don't like drinks. Half an hour. That's all."Without waiting for an answer, she marched into the kitchen. Emma didn't bother with anything fancy. Just a bowl of fried beast cutlet noodles, topped with a beast egg and a few greens. The smell alone nearly made her drool. "What is that incredible smell?" The elder sniffed the air, eyes widening. "She can cook?" Even the best chefs on the Central Planet couldn't make food that fragrant. Drake's gaze flicked toward the kitchen. The next moment, he rose from the couch and strode in. Emma had just placed her noodles on the table, turning to grab some pickles, when the light dimmed. She looked up into Drake's dark eyes. "What do you want?" "Ten million star coins." His voice was deep, unwavering. She blinked. What was he talking about?The elder stepped forward, hurriedly clarifying. "Ms. Emma Tibarn, His Majesty would like to eat your noodles. He's offering you 10 million coins. Is that enough?" Emma nearly swore out loud. This man… was perfect. Flashing her most professional smile, she set the fork before him gracefully. "It's my honor if you enjoy my cooking. Please, help yourself." "Ms. Emma Tibarn, your account has received a deposit of 110 million star coins." Emma's jaw nearly hit the floor. She looked at Drake, her eyes glowing. He's definitely like a rich uncle to me!