James Taylor sent the address of the banquet to Logan Morgan. Logan was not yet familiar with the roads in New York City. It took him a long time to reach the place. It was a private estate at the foot of a mountain. The architecture was grand. The front yard fountain was as large as a football field. Servants were everywhere, moving about with professional courtesy. Logan could even see a private golf course in the distance. Emily had lived in New York for over twenty years and had no idea there was such an upscale private estate here. What she couldn't believe even more was that Mr. Satan, accustomed to living in such luxurious mansions, could still stand with her in her shabby, dirty little house without even blinking. "Emily, hurry up. Logan is already ahead," Grace reminded her. Emily followed the voice and saw Logan standing next to James Taylor. James Taylor, dressed in a high-end suit, introduced Logan to other guests. These guests also appeared to be from high society. Sophia was holding Logan's arm, greeting the guests with him. Logan was eager to introduce this daughter to other wealthy people, looking like a loving father and daughter. But Emily was too stunning today. She was already beautiful, but today her outfit was avant-garde, and her makeup was sexy, immediately attracting many eyes. She could feel many people turning to look at her as she walked. The only thing Emily was dissatisfied with about her outfit was the high heels. She rarely wore high heels after getting pregnant. To match the dress, she chose a pair of black stilettos. After only five minutes of walking, her feet already felt like they were about to break. "Emily?" Grace urged again. Emily replied, "I don't like socializing. You go ahead." Grace actually didn't want her to socialize, fearing Emily would outshine Sophia. She quickly nodded, "You can wait for us in a quiet corner. Once Logan finishes socializing, we'll come to find you." Emily nodded and ignored her. Grace eagerly ran towards Logan Morgan. This was one of the few opportunities to mingle with the top echelon of society. She and Sophia had to seize the chance to build good relationships with the wealthy ladies. Ring, ring— Emily's phone rang. She walked to a corner and answered, "Hello?" "Emily, why is the dress I bought for you on Sophia? Did she force you?" Mr. Satan's voice sounded slightly displeased. Emily chuckled, "She doesn't have the power to take things from me." "I know she likes to take things from you. She once stole Nathan from you." "That had nothing to do with her. Nathan was a jerk anyway. Even if Sophia hadn't appeared, Nathan would have cheated," Emily said. "Besides, Nathan and I are no longer related. We didn't marry for love. Now that we're separated, why bring him up?" Mr. Satan was satisfied with this answer, his voice softening, "Let me guess... what trick did Grace use to take your dress?" "How did you know?" "I guessed," Mr. Satan said. "She only has these little tricks." Emily looked around. There were many guests today. It seemed like it was going to be a grand banquet. "My look today is a bit... exaggerated. I don't think I'm fit to meet your family today." Mr. Satan said, "I think you're beautiful. Emily, you have many styles of beauty. You look lovely in a white dress, but you also stun me in these vibrant colors." Emily felt a bit shy, "I wore heavy makeup today to spite Grace. I'm not used to high heels; my feet hurt..." "Emily." "Hmm?" "Look to your right-front. There's a large banyan tree. Do you see it?" Emily looked and nodded, "I see a big tree." "Yes, walk towards it. When you get there, you'll see a narrow entrance. I'll be waiting for you." Emily responded, "Alright."Following Mr. Satan's directions, she reached the banyan tree. Here, she saw a different scene. In front of her was a vast rose garden. Various colors of roses filled the garden. In the middle of the flower bed was a narrow path. Summoning her courage, she stepped onto the path. Suddenly, a pair of large hands emerged from the flowers, wrapping around her waist and pulling her into the flower bed. "Ah—" Before she could scream, her mouth was covered by a kiss. It was a familiar scent, familiar strength, familiar embrace, and a familiar mask. Mr. Satan's kiss was domineering. He kissed her until she couldn't breathe before finally letting go. Emily took deep breaths, lying in his arms, and complained softly, "What are you doing..." "Sorry, I missed you too much. I couldn't help it," Mr. Satan said, holding her waist with one hand and lifting her chin with the other, kissing the corner of her mouth gently. "It's the first time I've seen you dressed so sexy." Emily was weak all over, letting him do as he pleased. "There are many guests. They might see us..." "They won't come in," Mr. Satan said. "My people are blocking them." Emily was puzzled, "Your people? But I didn't see anyone when I came in..." Mr. Satan squinted at her with a smile. Emily realized. This was Mr. Satan's home. He decided who could come in and who couldn't. But what made Emily shy was... "Your people would see us kissing..." "It doesn't matter," Mr. Satan said nonchalantly. "They're used to seeing us kiss." Emily held onto him, "What's the theme of today's banquet? I saw many guests. This isn't a small private party.""You're right," Mr. Satan said, smacking his lips. "This banquet has another purpose. You'll see." Emily didn't quite understand what he meant. However, when she reapplied her lipstick and returned to Logan's side, she heard Grace whispering to another woman. The woman said, "This banquet is very special. The head of the family is selecting wives for his two sons. This is a wife selection banquet!"