Emily couldn't help but laugh. Amanda shrugged, looking a bit exasperated. "Emily, I have a feeling." "What kind of feeling?" "Sophia and Grace's good days are numbered," Amanda grinned. "She got someone to harm you, and that person turned out to be my first boyfriend. It's hilarious! Sophia is probably daydreaming right now. She thinks that if you were assaulted, the Norman family would reject you, and she would have a chance. Emily, do you think she's crazy? What benefit does she get from hurting you? Her reputation is already ruined. She'll never marry a rich man!" Emily's smile faded slightly. "Maybe she doesn't need any benefits. She just wants to see me suffer and feel happy." "She's a psychopath! When you were with Nathan, she seduced him. Now that you’re engaged to Mr. Norman, she's trying to marry into the Norman family again. Does she enjoy being a mistress and ruining other people's lives?" Emily sighed. "Who knows. Maybe being a mistress excites her more." Amanda patted her shoulder and sighed softly. "Alright, enough about her. You must've been worried sick about me last night, right? Go get some sleep. You don't want dark circles when you go home and scare your fiancé." Emily smiled and nodded. "Go on, I'll take a shower. I was busy all night, and I'm exhausted too..." Emily tiptoed out of Amanda's room. She had noticed a few faint kiss marks on Amanda's neck. Amanda said she was busy all night, which certainly made some ambiguous meaning. Amanda was thirty-six years old. She had always been focused on her career, with no close men around her. She was mature enough to know what she was doing. Emily wasn't worried about her. She hoped Amanda would have a bright future. As she left the room, she was pulled into Lucas's room by a very anxious Lucas. He was genuinely worried, his eyes bloodshot. "Emily, how is Amanda?" Emily explained the situation. "I don't think Amanda was hurt. She needs rest. She should be fine once she wakes up." Lucas seemed to shed a heavy burden, collapsing onto the sofa. "That's good.""You were very worried about Amanda?" "Yeah," Lucas ruffled his short hair. "When I was a rookie, Amanda helped me. She's like a big sister to me. Recently, as my fame grew, some extreme fans even started harassing Amanda. I feel so guilty. I wanted to tweet asking them not to bother my friends, but Amanda wouldn't let me. I don't know what I can do for her." Emily comforted him. "Work hard, become a superstar, and win a Grammy. Amanda would be very happy." "I will, I'll keep working hard." "By the way, when do you plan to go back?" "This place isn't safe. I want to discuss it with Amanda once she wakes up. We should go back immediately. Plus, the next episode of the reality show will be filming soon, and I need to rehearse." Emily nodded. "Alright, then rest well and let Amanda sleep too. We can discuss it once she wakes up." Lucas's expression softened a lot. "Emily, did you know, when you just said that, it was like you were glowing." Emily chuckled. "I'm not a lamp." "No, really, you were glowing, like a mother." Talking about motherhood, Emily's heart softened. She looked down at her belly and smiled. "In a few months, I'll be a mom." ... When Emily woke up and drew the curtains, it was already evening. She felt relaxed but a bit dazed. She checked her phone. It was 3 a.m. in Germany. Mr. Satan should be off work by now. What was he doing? Was he at home having dinner with Meggie or dealing with his "troubles"? Emily dialed his number and waited patiently. "Emily?"Emily responded, "Yes, it's me. Are you busy right now?" There was noise in the background. "I'm at a bar." Emily was surprised. "A bar?" "Yeah," Mr. Satan chuckled. "Someone dragged me out for drinks, but he got drunk." Emily blinked. "Jackson?" "Who else could it be?" Mr. Satan seemed to have moved to a quieter place. The background noise faded. "How is Amanda?" "She seems alright." "Good to hear. When are you coming back? I'll pick you up." Emily told him about her plans with Olivia. "We're getting married soon. Olivia wants to celebrate with me. We arranged to meet on the 23rd." Satan didn't say much, just reminded her, "You two girls need to stay safe, no matter where you go. And remember, you can't drink alcohol because of the baby." Emily softly replied, "Alright." "Mr. Satan." "Yes?" "There are only four days left until our one-week agreement." Mr. Satan's voice was low. "Yes, four days. It's good you’re meeting Olivia on the 23rd. I need to settle some things myself that day."