After waiting for a while, Emily saw a familiar car appear in the distance. Nathan's car was a white Maserati. He wasn't particularly fond of cars and didn't own many. This white Maserati was his most frequently used car. Emily knew this well. Soon, a familiar red Porsche appeared and parked next to Nathan's car. Sophia got out of the car and walked over to knock on the window. Nathan's face was dark, and he almost hit Sophia with the door as he opened it. However, he still retained some sense. Sophia was pregnant, and this child couldn't be put at risk. Supporting her with a hand, Nathan asked coldly, "What's going on?" Sophia, following Grace's advice, lowered her stance, "I had nothing to do at home, so I came over early. I saw Lucas taking photos here, so I went to take a look. I didn't expect to see Emily too. She looked very close to Lucas..." Nathan gave her a cold glance, "You always happen to see Emily. It's amazing." Sophia's face fell as he saw through her immediately, "Are you suspecting me?" "I'm not suspecting you. I think you did this on purpose," Nathan snorted coldly, "Sophia, do you think I'm an idiot? You expect me to believe everything you say?" Sophia couldn't keep up the pretense, her smile stiffening and then disappearing, "The paparazzi took the photos, and the media published them. What does this have to do with me?" "Did you forget you're using my secondary credit card?" Sophia was taken aback, "What do you mean?" "What do I mean?" Nathan snorted, "Who did you transfer fifty thousand to just now?" Sophia's face turned pale instantly, "That was..." "The card you're using is my secondary card. I get a receipt for every transaction you make. You said you came here early to wait for me. This is a suburban park. What did you buy that cost fifty thousand?" Sophia bit her lip, "I want to buy a handbag. That was the deposit!" "Which brand's bag?" Nathan obviously didn't believe her, "There aren't many luxury brands. Tell me, which one, and I'll ask the sales right now."Nathan blocked all her excuses. After the last incident, he had become more wary of Sophia and her mother, thinking more deeply about everything. Sophia wasn't smart, but Grace was very cunning. However, Sophia was too stupid. She left a trail with the transfer, so he quickly guessed what she did. "Sophia, stop it," Nathan said, "Emily once did you a favor. She doesn't owe you anything. If you're angry, come to me, but don't harm her." Sophia sneered, "Do you love Emily that much? Even if she lives with another man and is pregnant with his child, do you still love her?" "People are known by comparison. Before seeing your true colors, I never thought much of Emily, but having you as a contrast, I realize Emily is like a goddess." Sophia was indignant, "In what way am I worse than her? I have a father who can help you in your career. I received a good education. What is she? She is an orphan, and a fool who didn't even go to college!" "How can you say such things?" Nathan retorted, "We both know whose father Logan Morgan is. Whether he acknowledges it or not, the one with his blood is Emily, not you. And as for college, Emily's grades were much better than yours. She gave up great opportunities for you, and you dare to mock her?" "Fine," Sophia took a deep breath, "Fine, you're right about all that. But do I have no good points at all? Am I worse than her in every way?" Nathan said, "Not really. In being malicious, stupid, ugly, and selfish, you far surpass her." He was humiliating her. Sophia had never been so insulted. She was trembling with rage, her hands clenched tightly, forcing herself not to argue with Nathan in public. Reporters and paparazzi were nearby. If she and Nathan argued, they would certainly come over. Her carefully maintained good image would crumble instantly. "Sophia," Nathan looked at her with disgust, "I feel sick when I think I ever slept with you." A commotion arose nearby. Emily was approaching, surrounded by a group of reporters, looking like a princess on an outing. She had a smile on her face, showing no anger, and was very friendly, "Mr. Reed, Mrs. Reed, you're here. I'm here to do your makeup." Sophia and Nathan were both surprised, "You..." "I'm Mrs. Reed's cousin and a professional makeup artist. I want to do your makeup to express my blessing for your marriage. The photographer is ready, let's go." Suppressing her inner fury, Sophia whispered, "Emily, what are you up to now?" "You should ask your fiancé. He came to the hotel that day to ask me to do your makeup." Nathan quickly explained, "Emily, I just said that offhand. Amanda was there, I had to say something..." "Mr. Reed," Emily interrupted him with a smile, "Let's go. Men's makeup is simpler. I'll start with you." Saying this, she stepped forward, gently tugged Nathan's sleeve, and he followed her, leaving Sophia standing alone, watching her fiancé walk away with Emily. Today, Emily seemed like a different person, no longer avoiding Nathan. She was very gentle and friendly. While doing his makeup, she kept talking to Nathan. He was delighted and cooperated all the time. Their interaction was captured by all the paparazzi present. Nathan knows Emily is up to something, but he doesn't care. After finishing Nathan's makeup, Emily even asked the paparazzi with a warm smile, "How do you think my makeup skills are?" Her attitude was open and fearless, not afraid of any scandal. A professional makeup artist inevitably had physical contact with her guest while working. Emily displayed her work process to the cameras, leaving no room for misunderstanding. Nathan was very satisfied, looking up at her, "Emily..." Emily's gaze had already shifted to Sophia standing aside, "Mrs. Reed, it's your turn now."