Not far away, Logan was happily chatting with James Taylor, occasionally glancing at Sophia. It was clear that the topic of their conversation was Sophia. Grace was standing in a corner with Sophia, whispering instructions to her. Sophia nodded, looking very obedient, almost like a different person. "Hi." Emily felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see a beautiful and proud face. It was a girl of about 18, wearing a very luxurious princess dress, looking quite adorable. "Do you have a moment?" Emily was puzzled, "Me?" "Yes," the girl nodded. "Can you do me a favor?" Logan, Grace, and Sophia were all busy socializing, and Emily was standing there alone, feeling bored, so she agreed. "What do you need help with?" "Can you help me get my shoe down?" The girl led her to a large tree and pointed to a high-heeled shoe stuck in the branches. "It's all Jackson's fault. He threw my shoe up there. I'm so mad." Emily recognized the familiar name, "Excuse me... Are you talking about Jackson Parker, the car designer?" The girl rolled her eyes dramatically, "Of course, there's only one Jackson in New York City qualified to attend this banquet!" "Is he here today?" "He is," the girl eyed her suspiciously. "Do you know Jackson? What's your relationship with him?" Emily shook her head, "He's quite famous. I've seen him on TV." The girl nodded at her answer. She stared at Emily seriously, "I'll tell you, Jackson is my fiancé. You better not have any other ideas. It won't end well for you." Emily nodded, "I won't."The girl nodded again, muttering, "You look familiar. Have we met somewhere?" Emily had recently gained some attention on Twitter and Facebook. Although people's focus shifted to Sophia later, many had seen her photos. At that moment, a young man approached with a glass of champagne. He had a noble posture and a gentle demeanor, "Miss, you look familiar. Have we met somewhere?" "Hey, Bryden, what era are we in? Your pick-up lines are so outdated!" the girl rolled her eyes. The man named Bryden also rolled his eyes, "I am your brother, you should show me some respect, or I'll teach you a lesson." "If you do, I'll tell our parents!" The girl didn't care, even making a face at Bryden. Bryden sighed helplessly, "You always have such a temper. I'm worried no man will want to marry you!" "I'm not afraid. I'm engaged to Jackson. It's a marriage agreement between our families, so I'm not worried about not getting married." "Janet, stop dreaming. Jackson said he likes someone else. You should give up on marrying him." "I won't! I want to see which woman can captivate Jackson." The girl, Janet, pointed to the shoe in the tree, "Help me get my shoe down." Bryden looked up, "How did your shoe get up there? It's too high. Even though I'm tall, I can't climb trees." Janet huffed, "You're a disgrace. This lady agreed to help me get my shoe without hesitation, and you refuse to help me. You've lost to a girl!" "Fine, I'll help you." Bryden took off his suit jacket and handed it to Emily, "I'll climb the tree and get it for you now." Holding the suit still warm from his body, Emily stood there awkwardly, feeling uneasy. This was a stranger's clothing. If Mr. Satan saw this, she would have to explain why she was holding another man's clothes... Bryden had already started climbing the tree. Janet's shoe was about three meters high. Bryden needed to climb at least two meters to reach it. He clearly overestimated his tree-climbing skills. He had climbed less than half a meter before he fell."Ah—" Bryden steadied himself. He turned his arm over, revealing a cut on his right arm, bleeding. Janet was frightened. She cried out and rushed over, "Brother! Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Bryden pushed her away, "I'm a man. This wound is not serious." He prepared to climb the tree a second time, Janet panicked, holding onto his arm, "Forget it, brother. There are many beautiful women here today. Our father plans to set you and our elder brother up for blind dates. If you get hurt, what if the woman you like doesn't like you?" Bryden didn't care, "Scars don't affect a man's charm. Our elder brother has a scar on his face, yet many women still want to marry him." Wait— A thought exploded in Emily's mind like a bomb. A man with a scar on his face. Was he talking about Mr. Satan? Janet sighed, "Our elder brother's charm is not in his looks. His abilities surpass everyone. You don't have his abilities, so you should protect your face." "You're right. Our elder brother graduated from college at eighteen, started a successful business at twenty. He barely relied on our father's wealth and power, achieving everything through his efforts. He's only thirty, yet his wealth and status are almost equal to our father's. He's a genius, and I'm just an ordinary person." Janet laughed, "It's rare to hear such humble words from you." "Our elder brother isn't married. I understand why our father arranged this matchmaking banquet for him, but why did he say today is also for my matchmaking? I'm not in a hurry to get married. I think we should be concerned about when our elder brother will marry." "Because there are many women willing to be our elder brother's bride as soon as he wants to get married!" Janet laughed, "But you still use outdated methods to pick up women. If our father doesn't help you, when will you get married?" A gust of wind blew, rustling the leaves. Janet's high heel swayed with the branches but didn't fall. Janet fretted, "What should I do? If our father sees me without shoes, he'll definitely scold me."