They hugged for a moment, and Satan couldn't hold back anymore. He was a normal man. Now their bodies were close together. Her breath sprayed on his neck, each breath seemed to tease his tense nerves. Emily also noticed and quickly pushed him away, "Do you want to go to the balcony to cool off a bit?" Satan bit her jelly-like lips impatiently, "Are you sure?" "I'm not sure, but..." Emily gestured towards the "tent" in his crotch, "You can't stay like this all night, can you?" Of course, he knew he couldn't continue like this. He was about to lose control soon. He kissed her once and let her go, "I'm going to take a cold shower." Emily watched him walk into the bathroom and stood there holding the blanket, lost in thought for a moment. She had been married for four years, but only now could she truly understand what it felt like to be loved. Love wasn't expressed through words. Even if a man had never said "I love you," you would never doubt it. Because you were sure in your heart that he loved you. You could feel that love around you. From his gaze, from his actions, you could feel that love. Two people in love didn't need to do anything deliberate to show their love. Kisses and hugs happened naturally. Even without lovemaking, they could feel the sweetness. The screen of the phone next to the pillow lit up. It was Satan's phone. He must have set it to silent, no ringtone, just the screen lighting up. Emily took the phone and knocked on the bathroom door, "Mr. Satan, you got a call for you." The sound of water stopped. The door opened, and Satan was only wearing a towel around his waist. His hair and upper body were wet, "Who's calling?" "It's Dylan.""He's my assistant," Satan said, "Can you answer it for me? Just tell him I'm in the shower. If he has anything, he can tell you." Emily hesitated, "Should I answer your call?" "Well," Satan showed a look of interest, "Are you afraid?" Emily rolled her eyes at him, "Not afraid. Can I?" Satan had never been willing to reveal his identity, so she thought he didn't want to disclose more information. Satan didn't have this concern, "You're his future boss, what's the problem? I'll watch you answer the phone." Emily hesitated for a while, then pressed the answer button. She put it on the speaker. "Hello, how are you?" The assistant was stunned for several seconds. How come it was a woman who answered the boss's call? After a while, he tentatively asked, "Sorry, may I ask, are you Emily?" "Uh... yes, it's me. Um..." Emily looked a little guilty and glanced at Satan. Emily said, "Mr. Satan is taking a shower, I'm helping him with the call. You can tell me anything, and I'll pass it on to him." "Oh, I see, alright," the assistant didn't hesitate at all and directly said, "I have a few things to report to the boss. The first thing is about the piece of land we previously sold to James Taylor at a low price. James Taylor is planning to build a large shopping mall, but he lacks funds, so he asked Mr. Satan if he wants to become a shareholder." James Taylor is going to manage a shopping mall? Emily didn't know how to respond and looked back at Mr. Satan. Mr. Satan nodded, indicating his agreement. "Um, he said yes." "Oh, okay, I'll have the legal and finance departments handle this matter later. Another thing is that Nathan Reed is planning to collaborate with Logan Morgan to establish a large shopping mall. The location is right next to James Taylor's land. They've already made this news public. Should we try to find a way to stop them from starting construction?" This question is rather complex. Emily simply raised the phone high and placed it in front of Mr. Satan, gesturing for him to speak for himself. Mr. Satan said, "What do you think?" The assistant was stunned again, "Me?" "I wasn't asking you," Mr. Satan turned to Emily, "What do you think?" Emily bit her lip and frowned, "Nathan is planning to build a shopping plaza next to Mr. Taylor's land as well, so they will definitely be in competition. Mr. Taylor and Olivia have always been good to me, and I don't want them to lose money. Also, perhaps I'm selfish, but I don't want to see Logan Morgan's first project succeed." Mr. Satan nodded, indicating that he understood, "You're not selfish. They are. They already know that Mr. Taylor and I are planning to build a shopping plaza, and they deliberately did this." He instructed the assistant, "Dylan, tonight, arrange for a few people to put some things underground at Reed's land. The several Maya Civilization artifacts I bought at the auction last time are in the safe. You know where it is. Bury those antiques underground, then call the media and the government to excavate them." "Okay, boss, I'll do it right away!" "Oh, by the way," Mr. Satan stopped him, "What did you just call Emily?" Dylan gasped for air, "Um... boss, I made a mistake..." "You know you made a mistake, just correct it." Dylan immediately became obsequious, "Madame! I just called you by your name directly, please forgive me..." Emily felt a bit embarrassed, "It's okay. Um... your name is Dylan, right?" "Yes, madame!" "Has your boss mentioned me to you?" "Yes," Dylan was quite talkative, "You're practically the goddess of our entire company now! Many people didn't know what you looked like before, and they thought you were just lucky to be with our boss, but today your photo was exposed, and many people were amazed! You're so beautiful. You're the only woman worthy of our boss."Emily smiled and turned to Mr. Satan, "Your assistant turns out to be a real bootlicker." Mr. Satan had been smiling and listening to their conversation all along. He rubbed her head and said softly to Dylan, "You did well. Your salary doubles." "Thank you, boss!" "Hmm?" "No, thank you, madame!"