Logan nodded with satisfaction. "Alright, we'll go public with our relationship whenever you feel ready." Emily, holding the box, climbed the stairs with a light step. Midway, she paused, "Oh, by the way..." Logan quickly asked, "What is it? Go ahead." "I wanted to mention to Mrs. Morgan that the new dishwashing liquid in the kitchen isn't very good. I think the previous one was better." Logan now regarded her words as gospel. He immediately turned to Grace, "You changed the dishwashing liquid? What did you switch it to?" He started to head toward the kitchen. Grace's face turned pale, and she hurriedly pulled him back, "Dear, the kitchen isn't a place for an artist like you. I got it. I'll change the dishwashing liquid back immediately." Logan nodded, "Alright, make sure to change it. Also, don't let Emily wash dishes anymore. She's practically a special guest. We should treat her well, not make her wash dishes." Grace forced a smile, "Got it. I'll wash the dishes from now on." "Have Sophia do housework too. She's an adult now and should learn to do chores. Otherwise, what man will want to marry her? It's your duty as her mother to teach her how to be a good wife." "Yes..." Grace sighed, leading Logan back to the living room. She gestured to Sophia to quickly dispose of the dishwashing liquid. "Dear, let me run you a bath. You've had a long day, and you need to relax. I bought some new essential oils that help relieve fatigue. You should try them." Grace pushed Logan into the master bedroom. Before entering the bathroom, he reminded her, "Make sure to take the essential oils to Emily as well. You bought so many things today but only got Emily a discounted ugly shirt." Grace nodded. Once she heard the water running in the bathroom, she stepped out. "Mom!" Grace was startled and glared at Sophia, "You scared me." Sophia stomped her foot in frustration, "Mom, what do we do now?"Grace gave her a look to lower her voice and asked, "Did you get rid of the dishwashing liquid?" "I threw it in the trash can outside. The garbage truck comes at 9 PM. It should be gone by now with no trace left." Grace felt relieved but her expression remained heavy. "Emily is harder to deal with than we thought. She even checks the dishwashing liquid..." Sophia was less concerned about that and more worried about another issue. "Mom, why is the big boss so nice to Emily? You said he was very low-key, so how does he know her? Dylan said he was the boss's assistant, and he was so respectful to Emily." Grace thought for a moment, finding it odd too, "It seems they know each other. But Emily says she doesn't know the big boss, which is strange." "What's strange about it? She just doesn't want to admit she seduced the big boss!" "She has no reason to deny it. If she really knew the big boss, wouldn't Logan try even harder to curry favor with her? Denying it doesn't benefit her." Sophia couldn't think that far. She was just filled with rage, "I just don't get it. Why are so many men interested in her? Nathan, Jackson, and now another rich man. Why Emily? What does she have that I don't?" Grace couldn't understand either, "The only thing we know for sure is that Emily is serious about revenge, and she has powerful help. We need to be very careful." While Sophia and Grace were filled with worry, Emily was taking a bath. The soundproofing of the bathroom, combined with the running water, ensured no one outside could hear her. Now she could take Mr. Satan's call. "Why did you send Dylan to the Morgan house? You could have given me the dress privately..." Mr. Satan chuckled at her voice, "Grace bought many things today but deliberately got you a discounted ugly shirt. She was bullying you, so I just taught her a lesson." Lying in the warm water, Emily closed her eyes comfortably, "You didn't have to do that. What she did didn't really hurt me." "But I can't stand seeing her mock you," Mr. Satan said. "You're my woman. You deserve the best. This dress was custom-made for you by a designer I found in Milan. It's my Valentine's Day gift to you, just delivered early. Do you like it?" Emily's hand glided through the bubbles on the water, trying to hide her embarrassment, "...Yes, I like it very much." "Then after the party, don't leave. Stay with me, alright?"Emily blushed deeply, "I haven't decided yet. Grace is not easy to deal with, and I fear she might figure out your identity." "I'm not afraid. Besides, Grace can't find any information about me." Emily asked softly, "Is the party really at your place?" "Sort of," Mr. Satan explained. "It's actually at my parents' house." "I don't think you've ever mentioned your parents before." "Because they're my adoptive parents," Mr. Satan said. "They adopted me when I was five and took me to Europe. Later, for personal reasons, I returned to the U.S. alone and then met you. If not for them, I wouldn't be alive today. To me, they are no different from my biological parents." Emily felt nervous, "Should I bring a gift to visit them? What do they like?" Mr. Satan laughed warmly, "Emily, this weekend you'll be formally meeting my family for the first time." Emily felt even more nervous. "What kind of girls do they like? The dress you gave me is beautiful, but is it too flashy. Will they not like it?" "They are very easy to get along with," Mr. Satan reassured her. "You'll see once you meet them."