"Ah—" Emily let out a scream, feeling the wind rush past her ears. Who could it be? Sophia, Grace, or perhaps Logan Morgan, trying to silence her? In those split seconds, countless possibilities flashed through her mind. But then— "Emily, don't be afraid, it's me." Standing in front of her was a jet-black motorcycle, its design exuding an air of arrogance. The front headlights were blinding, and the engine roared. He twisted the throttle, making the engine rumble loudly. The air was filled with a faint scent of gasoline. Emily frowned, looking at the person on the motorcycle... "Mr. Satan?" He wore only a black shirt, the tie loosely draped. His face was obscured by a helmet, making him unrecognizable. Emily recognized him by his physique and voice. "You..." she looked at him, astonished, "What's going on?" Mr. Satan chuckled, one foot on the ground, arms crossed as he looked down at her. "Jackson said I live too by-the-book, depriving you of the dating experience. I thought about it and realized he had a point. Before we get married, I want to give you the full dating experience." Emily was completely taken aback. "Since when did you become so close with Jackson?" Mr. Satan raised an eyebrow. "I need to understand my rivals to ensure they don't steal you away." "But Jackson... isn't he..." "Emily, you're a woman, you don't understand a man's mind," Mr. Satan extended his hand. "Come here." Obediently, she let him pull her close, standing in front of him.Mr. Satan helped her put on a helmet. It was a soft pink, incredibly cute. Just like Lucas's body-hugging outfit—"cute." "Let's go, get on." Emily asked, "Where are you taking me?" "You'll see." With one hand, Satan lifted her gently, placing her in front of him on the motorcycle. "Wait—" Emily was nervous. "Please drive slowly. I'm worried about the baby..." "Don't worry, I know." Vroom— The motorcycle roared to life, speeding away quickly. It wasn't rush hour yet, so the roads were relatively clear. Mr. Satan raced down the streets on his motorcycle. At first, Emily was a bit scared, but gradually she relaxed. The warm, broad chest behind her and the strong, reassuring arms on either side— Her man knew what he was doing. What was there to worry about? With that thought, Emily relaxed further, leaning back against his chest, focusing on enjoying the scenery. The motorcycle took a turn at an intersection, heading down a road she had never been on before. At the end of the road stood a tall building, its light blue glass windows sparkling in the sunset. Emily guessed, "Are you taking me to your company?" "Yes," Mr. Satan responded softly. "Bryden said you complained about never visiting your child's father's workplace, not knowing what I do. This time, I want you to see for yourself what your future husband does."Ten minutes later, the motorcycle performed a sleek maneuver, stopping below the building. Dylan had been waiting downstairs and immediately approached when he saw them. "Boss, madam." Mr. Satan removed his helmet and handed it to Dylan, then took Emily's hand and led her inside. This was her first time stepping into his domain. Holding her hand, Mr. Satan led her directly to the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. Sixty-sixth floor. It took about seven to eight minutes just to ride the elevator. Emily watched the floor indicator screen as the numbers slowly climbed, her palms growing sweaty. "Nervous?" Emily licked her lips. "A bit." Mr. Satan laughed. "What’s there to be nervous about in my place?" "I don't know, it's my first time here." Mr. Satan said, "I don't come here often either, but it wouldn't be a bad idea to bring you to work with me from now on." Ding— Finally, the elevator reached the top floor. The doors slowly opened. Emily was almost stunned by what she saw. She had imagined the office to be filled with countless desks, people in suits and high heels bustling around— Just like at Starlight Entertainment. But this was different. The top floor looked like a garden.There were flowers, trees, a swimming pool, and fitness equipment. In the distance, Emily even spotted a running track. "Emily, does this place seem familiar to you?" It did feel familiar. But Emily was hesitant to confirm. "Is this my school?" Over a decade ago, she had attended school in the suburbs of New York City. The school had the same layout, with a track, flowers, and even the same arrangement and direction. Mr. Satan's voice whispered in her ear. "Emily, the first time I saw you after being adopted was in this very setting. You were standing at the edge of the playground, carrying a stack of books, with your head down, almost getting hit by a basketball flying past." At that time, she was a good student, helping teachers with various tasks. She often carried her classmates' assignments across the playground to the office building after school, then returned the same way in the afternoon. She had walked that path for six years, deeply ingrained in her memory. "The second time I saw you, it was similar, but this time, it wasn't a basketball. It was the boy who owned the basketball, nervously confessing to you in his jersey." Emily was startled. She had no recollection of this. Back then, her mind was filled with studying and part-time jobs—studying to earn scholarships and working to ease her family's burden. As for campus romance, it wasn't part of her life. Her circumstances precluded the possibility of a beautiful campus love story. "I was a bit angry then but mostly relieved because you turned him down." Emily frowned, annoyed. "I didn't have time to think about such things back then." "I know, so I never approached you either. I always watched from the shadows," Mr. Satan said. "But gold is destined to shine. You excelled in your studies and were beautiful. Many boys at school had their eyes on you." Emily was surprised. "Really? I never noticed..." "Because many people keep their deep love hidden," he said softly. "Including me."