The next morning, Emily received a call from Nathan. Nathan's voice was rough and slightly slurred, likely the aftereffects of a hangover. "Emily, let's get divorced." She had heard these words from him six months ago. Back then, Nathan had looked down on her, and it was the beginning of the worst time in her life. She was thrown out of her home by her husband and mother-in-law, left to wander the streets with nowhere to go. Who could have guessed that hearing these words again six months later would bring her a sense of relief? Emily agreed, "Okay, I'll meet you at the city hall." Nathan didn't say another word and hung up. Because Mr. Satan had already told her about this last night, Emily was up early. After hanging up the phone, she quickly went downstairs. Grace was in the living room. She glanced at Emily, "Heading out so early? Going to meet Vincent?" There was a hint of probing in her tone. Emily gave her a broad smile. "Yes. Do you want to date him too?" Grace's face instantly darkened. Emily turned and left without another word. Mr. Satan was already waiting for her downstairs. "Good morning, Emily," he said, smiling. A white mask covered the upper half of his face, making the red mark on his chin more noticeable. Emily blushed. "Why didn't you use a cold compress?" Mr. Satan opened the car door for her and, after she got in, leaned in to help her fasten her seatbelt. "This is a memento from you. How could I let it disappear so easily?" Emily pushed him. "You've become so shameless. When I first met you, you weren't like this." When she first met him, he was a powerful and mysterious figure. Now, he was like a big puppy, always ready to say something that made her blush.Mr. Satan chuckled and started the car. "You've changed too. When we first met at the Hilton, you were a timid little kitten. Now, your claws are very sharp." Mr. Satan was hinting at something. In the last night, when Mr. Satan was dropping her off at the Morgan family, they had a long, lingering goodbye in the car. In a moment of desire, they nearly made love right there. In her panic, Emily pushed him away, her nails accidentally scratching his chin, leaving a long, red mark. Feeling guilty, she softened her tone. "I'll get you a band-aid from the pharmacy." "There's no time." "What do you mean? Did it get infected?" "No, my dad and grandma saw it," Mr. Satan added. "So did my brother and sister. Janet asked me how it happened, and I told her the truth." Emily was both embarrassed and annoyed. "How could you... How could you tell them that directly? How am I supposed to face them? At least make up an excuse!" Mr. Satan drove with one hand, using the other to gently rub the back of her head. His touch was warm and tender. "I need them to understand that you are going to be their sister-in-law." Emily pushed his hand away. "Sister-in-law? Today, I'm going to get a divorce. We'll talk about the future later." "Emily, did you bring your ID card?" "Of course, I did. I can't get the paperwork done without it." Mr. Satan gave a satisfied hum. "Good." Emily assured him, "I won't forget it." "Once you finish the divorce proceedings, we'll go register our marriage immediately." Emily was taken aback. "So soon?" "It's not sudden," Mr. Satan said firmly. "I've waited this time for over ten years. I don't want to wait any longer. Let's do it today." His words left no room for argument. Emily didn't respond, pulling out her phone to check the date. November 10th. An auspicious day for all things.Emily glanced at him, then put her phone away. "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Emily sighed. "Did you plan for me to divorce Nathan today so we could get married right after?" Mr. Satan didn't deny it. Instead, he said, "I heard from a fortune teller that today is a good day for marriage." "So, it’s a 'strike while the iron is hot' thing?" Emily laughed helplessly. Mr. Satan always timed everything perfectly. When they arrived at the city hall, they saw Nathan's car. Nathan was standing on the sidewalk, smoking. His suit was wrinkled, his hair messy, and he looked haggard and tired. He seemed to have aged several years. How did he end up like this? Emily was surprised. "Emily, we're here," Mr. Satan reminded her. Emily nodded, opened the car door, and got out. Her white shoes came into Nathan's view. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and started coughing violently, tears streaming from his eyes. "Emily?" Emily looked down at this man. Six months ago, she had imagined spending her life with him. When she was kicked out, she had wanted to take revenge on him, make him regret for the rest of his life. But now, she wished they would never see each other again. Seeing him like this, Emily felt a mix of emotions. A warm, firm hand rested on her shoulder. It was Mr. Satan’s, giving her strength. "Let's get this done quickly." His expression darkened as he looked at Nathan with cold eyes. At this time, Mr. Satan is like a devil, scary.Emily was startled. The Mr. Satan she knew was strong, warm, and steady. This evil side of him was new to her. Was it because of her marriage to Nathan that he was so hostile towards him? "It's you again." Nathan finally stopped coughing. His breath reeked of alcohol as he glared at Mr. Satan. "I knew it. All of this is because of you. You hate me." "That's right," Mr. Satan replied. "Your company went bankrupt, your properties were seized, you and your mother are homeless, and your car will be auctioned off... All of this is my doing." Nathan laughed bitterly. "I knew it was you. You like Emily. You want to help her take revenge on me." "You're right," Mr. Satan said coldly. "Now hurry up and get the divorce. After that, I’ll give you some money. Take your mother and leave New York. Never show up in front of us again."