Emily rarely paid attention to entertainment news. The name Lucas was familiar to her only because Olivia had mentioned it a few times. Emily knew he was a very popular star, but that was all. However, sitting in the front row now, she could see Lucas’s stunning performance under the lights and sounds. His dance moves were captivating, and his singing was very appealing. Emily thought he was truly born to be a star. She didn’t know much about music and dance, but as an audience member, she could only say: he deserves all the fans going crazy for him. Beep beep beep— A message from Mr. Satan popped up on her phone: "." Emily frowned. What did Mr. Satan mean by sending a period? His messages were usually short, but this was too brief. She replied: "What’s up?" "Lucas is quite handsome, isn’t he?" "Yes, he’s very handsome. I just did his makeup, and his skin is really good. He’s naturally good-looking." Mr. Satan called her directly. Her phone started vibrating, and Emily picked up, “Hello?” A girl next to her gave her an unfriendly look. Emily smiled apologetically and quickly walked out of the stadium. Outside the stadium, there were still many people. Fans who couldn’t get in were lingering around, hoping to see Lucas after the concert. Emily found a quieter spot near a flower bed, “It was too noisy inside, I couldn’t hear you. What did you say?” “Nothing much,” Mr. Satan replied, “Are you having a good time?” “Yes, I’m really enjoying it. This is my first concert, and it’s amazing.” “But I’m not very happy,” Mr. Satan’s voice had a hint of resentment, “I’m alone in the parking lot, waiting to pick someone up while my woman is watching another man, completely absorbed.”Emily realized, “You’re already here? Didn’t we agree on eleven-thirty? It’s not even ten yet…” “Allen Parker stood me up. I didn’t want to stay home alone, so I decided to come and wait for you.” “I’ll come to the parking lot now,” Emily responded. “You're not gonna wait for the concert to end?” “Yes,” Emily blushed, “I’d rather see you.” Mr. Satan chuckled softly, “It’s dark outside, be careful.” Tonight, Mr. Satan had driven a silver-gray Range Rover, a rather imposing model. When he saw her approaching, he flashed the headlights. Noticing the signal, Emily quickly walked over. Mr. Satan opened the passenger door for her and helped her into the car, “Why are you out of breath? Did you run over?” Emily looked a bit embarrassed, “I’m not familiar with this area. It took me a few tries to find the parking lot entrance…” Mr. Satan sighed and rubbed her head, “If you couldn’t find it, you should’ve called me. I would’ve come out to get you.” “But you’re wearing a mask, it’s inconvenient for you to be seen,” Emily pouted. “Your identity is a secret. There are so many media people outside. What if they saw you and exposed your identity?” Mr. Satan clicked his tongue in appreciation, shaking his head, “You’ve thought it through. How about coming to work as my PR manager?” Emily rolled her eyes at him, then asked, “Have you had dinner?” “No, I was waiting for you.” “What do you feel like eating? We can stop by the supermarket and get something. I’ll cook for you at home.” Mr. Satan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, thinking. “I’m not sure yet. Let’s think about it on the way.” The engine slowly started. The car exited the parking lot and turned into a small alley, seemingly to avoid the main entrance of the stadium. Is he still afraid of being photographed by the media?Emily felt somewhat relieved. For a moment, she had considered calling him to come out and pick her up, but then she thought it wouldn't be appropriate, so she found the entrance to the parking lot on her own. Luckily, the fans outside thought she was also a Lucas fan, so they were very friendly and eagerly gave her directions. "Emily, do you know Chloe?" Mr. Satan suddenly asked. Emily shook her head. "No, but I know the name. She's a star and a guest at Lucas's concert today. She also attended a car show once. Why do you ask?" Mr. Satan, driving, casually said, "The day you went to the amusement park, Sophia admitted she had been a mistress to another man during college. I followed that lead and found out that Chloe and Sophia were friends in college." Emily suddenly understood. "Sophia said she and Nathan came by invitation. It must have been Chloe who invited them." "Nathan is here too?" Mr. Satan's voice turned cold. Emily nodded. "Sophia is pregnant with his child. He came with her to the concert. He has nothing to do with me, don’t worry." Mr. Satan rested one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the car window, supporting his face. His tone was unreadable. "I hope so. If he continues to bother you, I will have to deal with him." Mr. Satan rarely spoke harshly, and the word "deal" carried a lot of weight. Emily didn't want Mr. Satan to get involved in any conflict. She said, "Nathan is with Sophia. They’re getting married soon, their wedding is coming up... Mr. Satan, I just hope you can finish your personal business soon, take off your mask, and face me. Let's not worry about anything else, okay? Nathan isn't worth your time." "I just think he has too much free time and still bothers you, so I want to give him something to do. Besides, dealing with him won’t interfere with my personal matters." Emily pondered his words, her expression becoming serious. "Do you mean... the thing you have to do is related to Nathan?" Mr. Satan remained silent. Emily sat dazed in the passenger seat, looking ahead, but her thoughts were drifting. He didn't deny it.He implicitly agreed. "Emily, there are some things I will handle. Don’t worry about it." His warm hand covered hers on her lap, gripping it gently but firmly.