Nathan finally understood Grace's intentions. Grace first persuaded him to have a wedding, making him acknowledge the legitimacy of Sophia’s unborn child. Finally, she pushed him to divorce Emily and then legally marry Sophia. Nathan shook his head. "Why don’t you come work at my company? Your conversational skills are exceptional. You could work in my PR department." Grace pretended not to understand his sarcasm, but she knew what Nathan meant. He still didn’t want to divorce Emily. Having a wedding was just to create public pressure. But only after registering their marriage would Sophia have a claim to the Reed family’s assets. Nathan was not foolish; he wouldn't complete the final step of divorcing Emily. Grace had no immediate solution to this. But that was fine. Her greatest strength was patience. She had endured for over a decade by Logan Morgan’s side, and this time things would be no different. She would find her opportunity. Men shouldn’t be forced; otherwise, they would become more rebellious. Grace stood up. "I need to take care of Herry. It’s getting late; you and Sophia should get some rest." "Alright, good night." "Good night." This round between the mother-in-law and son-in-law ended with Grace taking a step back. However, Grace did gain something. At least Nathan agreed to have a wedding with Sophia. She had already succeeded more than halfway. … The night was deep, and the stars outside twinkled. Through a layer of sheer curtains, the faint glow of the moonlight filtered in. Emily sat by the window, still mulling over the phone call she had just had. She used to think he was hiding a lot from her, but that call surprised her.Mr. Satan had announced her identity to his company staffs. Did this mean he was planning for their future together? "Can’t sleep?" His warm breath brushed against her neck, followed by his lips. Emily felt a bit ticklish. Emily turned her head slightly, avoiding his lips. "I just feel a bit happy." "Hmm?" Satan gently bit her neck, leaving a red mark. "The whole internet is praising your beauty. Does that make you happy?" Emily glared at him. "That’s not why I’m happy. I’m not a celebrity; I don’t need fame." "Your news overshadowed Sophia’s. Her plan fell through. You crushed all her efforts underfoot. Does that make you happy?" "Hmm... now that you mention it, it is quite satisfying," Emily gathered her hair to one side and looked at him. "But I’m feeling calm, even a bit bored. Sophia always loved being in the spotlight, but her achievements and looks never matched mine. She had nothing to show off. I didn’t realize it before, but now that you mention it, I guess I’m quite lucky. She dreams of getting what I effortlessly have. No wonder she hates me so much." Mr. Satan nodded, his fingers playing with her long hair. "Sometimes, your excellence is the reason people resent you." Emily asked, "Can I ask you a few more questions?" "Sure, go ahead." "You’ve always said you have something important to resolve. Is it related to the scars on your face?" Mr. Satan confirmed, "Yes. Like you, I’ve been hurt before. I know how terrible people can be and feared you’d fall into the traps. Unfortunately, I couldn’t guard against Sophia’s malicious heart." Emily turned around, snuggling into his embrace, and said softly, "It’s okay. I didn’t plan to compete with her. Mr. Satan, I’m very satisfied with my life now. I don’t care about her and Nathan anymore." "Are you satisfied with me too?" "Of course. It’s because you’re by my side that I feel so happy. If my dad recovers, I’ll be even happier." Mr. Satan gently kissed her eyes. "He will.""I believe you." "It’s not me you should believe, but the doctors." "But you hired the doctors, so I still trust you," Emily said. "And another question. Is your scar related to Nathan?" This question seemed to trouble Mr. Satan. He thought for a moment and then explained in another way, "My scar isn’t directly related to Nathan, but my painful past, including how my face ended up like this, is indirectly tied to him." Emily nodded. "I see. No wonder you hid your identity from me at first. You’re an enemy of the Reed family, right?" Mr. Satan chuckled, not wanting to elaborate. He decided to let her think that way. "By the way, Emily, I can’t appear in public. Tomorrow, you need to meet Olivia’s father." Emily nodded. "I was just about to tell you. This is important. I think I should meet Mr. Taylor." "And also, convey a message to him. To thank Olivia for being by your side, I will donate all the profits from the shopping center to the Taylor family." Emily widened her eyes. "Are you... crazy? Isn’t that a bit too generous?" "It’s not," Mr. Satan said. "Mr. Taylor and Olivia have always taken good care of you. I’m just giving up some profits. That money isn’t that important to me. Don’t worry, I have enough to support you for ten thousand years." Emily pouted playfully. "If I could live ten thousand years and you stayed with me, you’d definitely get tired of me." Mr. Satan was displeased. "You just said you trust me. Why don’t you believe me now?" "Ten thousand years is too long. I just want the present," Emily said. "Mr. Satan, let me touch your face again. I want to remember your features."