The phone rang for what felt like an eternity, but Penelope didn't dare to reach for it. Eventually, the ringing ceased. Emily let out a cold chuckle and pocketed her phone. This farce had dragged on long enough. She stood up. "Penelope, this is our first meeting. I'm giving you a chance, so make the most of it." With that, she walked straight to the counter. "Hello, I'd like to settle the bill." The waiter responded quickly. "Yes, ma'am. Your total is seventy-four dollars." Emily smiled lightly. "Sorry, I wasn't clear. I'm only paying for my hot milk." The waiter blinked in confusion, then quickly recovered. "Oh, right. The milk is ten dollars." "Alright." Emily paid and left. As soon as she stepped outside, she saw a black SUV parked by the roadside. A familiar figure leaned against the car door, facing the café entrance. What was he doing? Watching the show? Emily walked past him and headed in the opposite direction. She had barely taken a few steps when she felt a pair of strong arms envelop her from behind, the familiar scent of his cologne and his warmth surrounding her. "Emily..." She struggled a bit, but Mr. Satan held her too tightly, leaving no room for escape. Emily gave up trying to break free. "How long have you been waiting?" "A while, since you entered the café." Emily scoffed, "So, while we two women were fighting inside, you were out here enjoying the spectacle, Simon?"Mr. Satan sighed and pulled her closer. "Emily, don't call me that. It scares me." "You, afraid?" "Of course," he whispered into her ear. "I'm really afraid. Afraid you'll believe her and leave me." Emily shook her head in disbelief. "I'm not a naive girl anymore. Penelope's acting skills are terrible. Dealing with her was easy. I'm just annoyed about the ten dollars. I bought a hot milk and didn't even get to drink it. What a waste." Mr. Satan laughed. "Emily, you've learned to fight back." "Didn't you teach me that? For people like her, it's best to defeat them the first time, so they don't show up again." "Did I teach you that?" "Not in those exact words, but that's the gist." Emily frowned. "Where did you find such a brainless woman? And to make it worse, she looks quite like me." Mr. Satan let go of her, taking her hand instead. "She deliberately made herself look like you with makeup. Without it, she only resembles you about forty percent. She's far from your equal. Come on, let's get in the car." Emily still felt angry and refused to leave. "Aren't you going to explain today’s events? Or do we have to wait another two days?" Mr. Satan heard the sarcasm in her voice and simply picked her up, walking toward the car. "We'll go home first, then you can ask me anything. Too many people on the street right now, and I’m still wearing a mask..." Hearing the last part, Emily decided to let it go for now. Moreover, they were still close to the café, and Penelope was still inside. Mr. Satan carrying her back to the car would be a perfect sight for Penelope. Emily was startled by her own thoughts. She seemed to have become somewhat vindictive without realizing it. But she quickly came to terms with it. Penelope had provoked her first; she was just retaliating. All her patience and kindness had been exhausted on Sophia, and now she was someone who would repay any slight. Mr. Satan glanced down at Emily in his arms, his smile widening. Emily noticed. "What are you smiling at?""Nothing. I feel a sense of accomplishment. Turning a kitten into a tiger. I did well." Emily rolled her eyes. At the car door, the assistant Dylan opened the passenger side door. Mr. Satan gently placed her on the seat and fastened her seatbelt. Dylan greeted them softly. "Boss, Madam." "Yes," Mr. Satan responded. "Take care of the woman inside the café." Emily was startled by his words and grabbed his arm. "What are you planning to do..." Mr. Satan nudged her head gently. "What are you thinking? I'm a businessman; I won’t do anything illegal." Emily was skeptical. She knew how Reed Group had collapsed. Dylan nodded. "I see." Mr. Satan thought for a moment and added, "Solve it with money if possible. Emily's pregnant; I don’t want any bloodshed." "Yes, sir." "Of course, if money can’t keep her quiet, a bit of force is acceptable." "I see." Dylan coughed lightly and headed toward the café. Emily broke into a cold sweat listening to their conversation. "You..." "It's alright. Don't worry. Four years ago, I carelessly got into some trouble. Solving it will end it." Mr. Satan started the car. After a while, Emily asked, "Did you know James Taylor got into trouble?" "Yes," Mr. Satan replied calmly. "Did you do it?""Of course not. With your relationship with Olivia, I wouldn’t touch the Taylor family. Besides, the Taylors and the Normans are tightly allied now. It wouldn’t make sense from a business perspective." Emily was puzzled. "Then what’s happening with James Taylor’s company?" "Reed Group is undergoing bankruptcy liquidation, which you know. The Taylor Group had previously competed with Reed for the shopping center land, so the government sees them as business rivals. Some suspect Taylor Group played a role in Reed’s downfall. But don’t worry, those people were paid by Reed. In a few days, they’ll be silenced forever." Emily sighed and nodded. "Is James alright?" Emily shook her head. "From Olivia's tone, he doesn’t seem well." "With Allen Parker there, he’ll handle it. You don't need to worry," Mr. Satan reassured, holding her hand. "Emily, haven't you always wanted to see my face? When we get back to the Hilton, you can take off my mask yourself."