Ultimately, due to Emily’s firm refusal, Mr. Satan did not join her in the shower. As the baby grew, Emily became more cautious, knowing nothing was more important than the little one inside her. Although disappointed, Mr. Satan felt for her, giving her a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips before grabbing his robe and heading into the bathroom. Emily went to the wardrobe to pick out his outfit for work tomorrow. It was strange. His employees dressed so casually, and he rarely showed up at the office, but he always wore suits. His wardrobe was mostly filled with shirts and suits, with only a few casual pieces. Emily chose a black shirt, paired it with a dark blue checkered tie, and finally selected a charcoal suit, folding everything neatly and placing it on the bench at the foot of the bed so he could easily reach it in the morning. She had become quite adept at this task, knowing the exact placement of every item in his wardrobe. Once they got married, they would have to move from here. Whether they returned to the Norman house or moved into another place, the layout would be different from this one. Emily chuckled at herself, thinking she was rather old-fashioned for someone in her twenties, already feeling nostalgic. Ding-ling-ling— Her phone rang. It was Amanda. Emily answered, “Hello, Amanda?” Amanda’s voice was drowned out by loud music and the roar of a crowd, making it hard to hear her. Amanda almost shouted, “Emily, where are you right now?” Emily remembered today was Lucas’s concert. After yesterday’s fitting, she had briefed the new makeup artist on what to watch out for. Was there a problem with today’s makeup? “I’m at the Hilton Hotel. What happened, Amanda?”Amanda’s voice crackled, sounding urgent, “I’ll find a quiet place to talk.” Emily had a bad feeling. Amanda was usually straightforward, but she seemed to be hinting at something now. After about a minute, Amanda’s voice came through again. “Emily, do you have a cousin?” Sophia? Amanda and Sophia had no reason to interact, so why bring her up? Emily replied, “Yes. Amanda, what’s going on?” Amanda took a deep breath, her tone heavy, “Today, on Twitter and Facebook, several accounts have started posting a lot of rumors about you and Lucas having an affair, and…” “And what?” Amanda sounded quite helpless, “And there are also a lot of other dirty rumors about you. Lucas is still performing on stage and doesn’t know about this yet. I’ve been busy with the concert and didn’t notice the online buzz. She must have chosen this time to post. Emily, your wedding is coming up soon. She’s trying to sabotage it.” Amanda was being tactful, but Emily could sense the brewing storm from her words. “Emily, I’m calling to tell you that you should consider postponing your wedding and avoid going out these days. The paparazzi have no morals. I’ve already hired a security company to protect Lucas. You need to be careful…” The concert continued, and Amanda was still busy. After a few more warnings, she was called away again. Emily sat on the bed and opened her phone’s browser, finally seeing what had made Amanda so furious— “Lucas, do you know how dirty your makeup artist is?” This topic was trending on the front page. With Lucas’s rising fame, any mention of his name drew massive traffic, and this post had drawn a large audience using his popularity. But the content was even more sensational than the title.The opening featured multiple images of sexual acts. Due to the lighting and angle, only the woman’s side profile was visible. She was kneeling between a man’s legs, performing oral s.ex. The man looked like a gangster. Next to this image was a comparison photo, taken from the same angle, showing a woman with a similar side profile. This was a photo of Emily from Lucas’s last concert. The women in both photos had strikingly similar face shapes, leading many to believe they were the same person. Emily scrolled down, seeing over a dozen explicit photos. The woman remained the same, but the men varied, coming from different ethnicities and with different skin tones. The images were graphic, some even disgusting. The angles in these photos were all similar. The woman’s facial features were either blurry or partially obscured. The photos of Emily were placed next to these images, insinuating that the woman in the photos was her. Lucas’s fans were outraged. Such a promiscuous woman could not stay around Lucas. Previously, Lucas had treated her well, with many photos capturing their friendly moments. Now, this slanderous post had ignited the fans’ fury. Emily’s name became synonymous with insults. The post rapidly spread across major websites, forums, and social platforms, turning her into a symbol of disgrace. “Emily?” Mr. Satan had finished his shower at some point and now stood before her, smelling of fresh soap and still damp from his bath. In his peripheral vision, he saw the content displayed on Emily’s phone. “Is this Grace and Sophia’s revenge?” Emily turned off her phone and tossed it aside, “It’s probably not Grace. She wouldn’t be this stupid. This should be Sophia’s doing, with Chloe’s help.” Mr. Satan lifted her chin, “You’re not angry?” “She’s used this trick before. If I get angry, it shows I’m too fragile.”