Mr. Satan shared his thoughts with Emily. "...The design copyright belongs to your mother personally, and she was not legally married to Logan. This means Logan has no right to inherit anything after her death, including that design. As her only daughter, with your authorization, I can turn it into reality." Emily licked her lips and asked, "Is this project very expensive?" "I've already had the company conduct a cost analysis. Your mother's design concept is a modern pastoral city. The apartment buildings aren't very tall, with wide spacing to ensure plenty of sunlight, and large grassy areas for people to relax and play. She emphasized returning to nature. So, the cost isn't low, but for wealthy people, these apartments are far more attractive than ordinary residences. They're willing to pay a higher price for a high-quality living environment." Emily nodded, "You decide it." "Alright, I'll discuss the details with you once we have a plan." "Okay." Living in a Hilton hotel wasn’t bad, but owning their place would be even better. She could design the interiors herself and prepare a nursery for their baby— She would be the lady of the house. "Mr. Satan, I also want to discuss something with you." "Yes, what is it?" Emily hesitated, "About my job, I've promised Amanda that I will work until someone can replace me. And in Berlin last time, if Amanda hadn't stepped up, I might have been in danger. Amanda has been very kind to me, and I want to complete my job properly." Mr. Satan murmured, "You have to work this afternoon?" "Yes," Emily checked her calendar on her phone, "Tomorrow is the concert. This afternoon, Lucas needs to finalize his styling, and I need to be there." Mr. Satan spoke softly, "Alright, I'll drive you to the office." The car turned at the intersection and headed towards Starlight Entertainment. Half an hour later, the car stopped smoothly. As Emily was about to open the door, Mr. Satan held her wrist and gently reminded her, "After work, wait in your office. I'll come to pick you up. Wait for my call before coming down." Emily bit her lip, blushing, "Okay." "Even though it's work, don't get too close to Lucas, alright?" Emily giggled, "I'm going to be a mother soon. What are you worried about?" Mr. Satan smiled, "Go on then." "See you in the afternoon." "See you in the afternoon." As soon as Emily entered the main door, she was met with the gossipy eyes of her colleagues. They were all smiling at her, making her feel very uncomfortable. She practically fled to Amanda's office. Amanda was very busy, holding a phone with her neck, talking while her hands flew over the computer keyboard, "Yes, that's the right lighting... Check the lifting platform again, make sure there are no problems..." Seeing her enter, Amanda smiled and gestured for her to sit down and wait. It took a long time before Amanda hung up. She sighed, "People nowadays, not a single one can be fully trusted. If I'm not careful, something will go wrong. When I turn forty, I have to retire. If I keep working, I'll age ten years." Emily reached out to massage her sore neck, "Lucas is too popular." "Yes. That reality show insists on creating a buzz around Lucas and Olivia. I know they are very popular now, but how is that possible? The boss would kill me." Emily asked, "When is the next recording for the reality show?" "The day after tomorrow! After the concert tomorrow, we have to rush to the recording location. Lucas can only sleep in the car." Emily said, "Olivia's father hasn't been well recently. She's been in the hospital and might not be able to make it..." "I know. The boss told me. I’ve also informed the director. If necessary, we'll find someone else. Since other stars’ schedules are hard to coordinate, I'll get a web celebrity. Olivia is going to be the boss's wife. It's not good for her to have any scandals with an employee." Seeing that Amanda had everything arranged, Emily felt relieved.They needed to finalize Lucas's look that afternoon. The clothing partner had already sent over the concert outfits. Emily went to check the tailoring and styles. One set was a studded leather vest, leather pants, and leather shoes—a standard rebellious punk look; another set was similar to what he wore on the reality show, just a simple white shirt with light blue jeans; and the last one was quite extravagant—pink. Amanda said, "...This one was chosen by the boss." "...Ah?" Amanda chuckled, "He's jealous. Lucas is a cool boy, and the boss sent him a pink outfit. I bet Lucas will cry." It wasn’t just pink; the outfit had a strong circus vibe. It was tight like a gymnast's leotard, making him look like a pink egg. Emily had never seen such an ugly outfit... Amanda had given up struggling, "I can't help it. The boss wants Lucas to wear it, so he has to wear it. Emily, see what kind of styling fits this outfit?" Emily pouted, "This outfit... is really difficult." Amanda was mentally prepared, "Start with the other two looks. If necessary, he can just wear this one for one song and then change, just to give the boss some face." Before long, Lucas arrived. Seeing the pink outfit, he nearly cried. "Amanda, should I go argue with Olivia?" "Why would you argue?" "Get more media and reporters to see that there's no romance between Olivia and me. I don't want them to fantasize anymore. If they keep fantasizing, I might be forced to become a woman before my contract ends." Amanda laughed, "You should drop that idea. If you upset Olivia, the boss might send you to the circus as a clown." "Oh, God—"