As soon as Nathan finished speaking, James Taylor's smile vanished instantly. The land Nathan referred to belonged to him. Mr. Satan had sold it to him at half the market price, and he planned to build a shopping center there. Nathan clearly hoped his project would fail too. Mr. Davis frowned thoughtfully for a moment and seemed to agree, "Nathan makes a valid point. We should indeed investigate. Mr. Taylor, what do you think?" James Taylor was a bit troubled, "There shouldn't be anything on my land." "Mr. Taylor, you just said you admired me. Why are you refusing now? What if there are artifacts under your land? Are you going to stop people from researching American history?" Nathan sneered, staring at James Taylor. James Taylor laughed helplessly, "You don't have to say it like that." Nathan spoke candidly, "Don't play dumb with me. We both know what's going on with my land. Mr. Satan knows even better. You two are making things difficult for me, do you expect me to just take it like a coward?" Mr. Davis didn't understand their relationship but saw that although they were in the same real estate industry, Nathan and James Taylor didn't get along well. Mr. Davis tried to smooth things over, "Alright, alright, let's eat first, we can discuss this later." "I have work to do, so let's finish this quickly," Nathan's anger was building. He wasn't going to give James Taylor any face and directly began, "Mr. Taylor, I'm very curious about how you bought that land. I've always wondered. We're all businessmen. We want to make money, not do charity. How did you get such good land at such a low price, and right next to mine? Was there some shady deal?" James Taylor's face darkened instantly, "Nathan, you need evidence to back your words. I did buy the land at a price below market value, but it was a fair deal. The seller was willing to sell at that price. I think America has a free market, and this is a matter between the seller and me. Do you have the right to oversee my business?" "I don't have that right, but as an American citizen, I have the right to question any unreasonable market transactions. I just want to know the truth." "I sold the land to Mr. Taylor." Mr. Satan, who had been silent, spoke up. While serving Emily a bowl of soup, he said, "I bought that land five years ago. The transaction price is publicly available on the website, and everything is within market rules and legal. If you don't believe me, you can check the official records."He spoke casually, contrasting sharply with Nathan's aggressive tone. Nathan was slightly taken aback, "You were the seller?" "That's right." "Did you do this for Emily? You were willing to lose two billion to sell the land to Mr. Taylor?" "Yes," Mr. Satan admitted straightforwardly, "Emily is my woman, and Mr. Taylor has always taken good care of her. This is my way of thanking him." Nathan had long suspected this masked man wasn't simple, but he never imagined he was so wealthy! He had once wanted to buy that land. He used many means to achieve his goal but heard it was bought by a mysterious person. He always wanted to know who that mysterious person was. But the land had been left idle for five years, not developed. He had tried to find this mysterious buyer but found no clues. So he had to buy the adjacent land… "Who exactly are you?" Mr. Satan took a sip of red wine, unhurried, "Who I am is not important. What matters is, you trespassed into my home without my permission. Isn't that against the law?" Nathan snorted, "I was just looking for Emily to talk about something." "Oh?" Mr. Satan chuckled, "Did you resolve it?" Nathan looked at him mockingly. Since Mr. Satan knew he went to Room 2307 at the Hilton Hotel, Emily must have told him everything. He said, "No, we haven't resolved it. I'll look for Emily again." Mr. Satan nodded, "Next time you want to discuss something, why not come directly to me?" "Can you make decisions for Emily?" "I actually can." Mr. Satan smiled, "Don't believe me? Ask Emily." Before Nathan could speak, Emily quickly responded, "Mr. Reed, I think your marriage to my cousin is great. I’ve given you my blessing. I’ll attend your wedding to congratulate you. Isn't that what you wanted to talk about? I’ve given you my answer, what else do you need?" Nathan was so angry his chest hurt, but he couldn't lose his temper. He said directly, "Alright then, how about you do Sophia's makeup for the wedding?"He was using this trick again. Emily refused mercilessly, "Unfortunately, I’m now Lucas's exclusive makeup artist. We've signed an agreement; during the contract period, I can only do Lucas's makeup, so I'm sorry, you'll need to find another makeup artist." "Bullshit! You only met with Lucas's manager this morning, how could you sign a contract so quickly?" Emily spread her hands, "I've decided to sign. And Olivia is working with Lucas's team. I'm doing this to help Olivia. Mr. Taylor has always been worried about her. Working with Olivia will make Mr. Taylor feel better, won't it?" Mr. Taylor nodded, "Yes." "And what about Jackson?" Nathan continued questioning, "Aren't you Jackson's car show makeup artist? Even if you signed with Lucas, would Jackson let you go?" Emily looked at him like he was an idiot, "Did you leave your brain at home? Allen Parker is Lucas's boss, so he’s my boss too. Allen Parker and Jackson are brothers, why would he stop me?" "Emily!" "Yes?" Emily tilted her head and smiled lightly, "If you have something to say, speak directly to my boyfriend. He can make decisions for me, and I listen to him."