Thanks to Daniel and Ken, Emily quickly blended into the company. In the afternoon, Daniel held a meeting to discuss the apartment project. The blueprints were enlarged on the screen. Since they were hand-drawn and several years old, many of the details were no longer very clear. For the first time ever, Mr. Satan attended the meeting. No one seemed particularly interested in the mask on his face. "They only care about work and their paychecks. Who signs them isn’t important," Mr. Satan explained. Emily nodded. Seeing the two of them close and whispering, Daniel joked, "Boss, could you be a bit more serious during the meeting? If you want to have a romantic chat, do it in the CEO’s office. You’ve been flaunting your relationship in front of all us single people all day—it’s too much!" Everyone followed Daniel’s gaze. Emily blushed and quickly pushed Mr. Satan away. But since Mr. Satan was sitting right next to her, his arm still rested on her back, and he leaned toward her without any intention of moving. "Daniel, are you free this weekend?" Daniel was immediately on guard. "Why? Are you going to trick me into treating everyone to dinner again? No way, I won’t fall for the same scam twice." Mr. Satan was in a good mood today, even more patient than usual, and he seemed unusually understanding. "You mentioned you're single. I suddenly thought, how about we organize a party with other companies? That way, you single folks can meet more girls." Daniel's eyes lit up. "Really?" "Emily suggested it. Ask her." Emily, who was suddenly dragged into this: "…" When did she ever say anything about hosting a party? Ken practically cheered. "Emily, you’re a genius! From today on, I’m your biggest fan!" Daniel glared at him. "You’re that eager to meet girls?""I spend every day with blueprints and computers; I have no chance to meet girls! Besides—" Ken said mysteriously, "Emily’s a makeup artist for celebrities! She’s in the entertainment industry! If she organizes a party, wouldn’t that mean…" Hearing this, the others got excited. The entertainment industry! Actresses! Top-tier beauties! "What are you guys thinking?" Daniel said. "Do you really think a celebrity would date you? But… it would still be pretty cool to party with them." Seeing the men getting all riled up, Emily felt a bit embarrassed. What was she supposed to do now? She was Lucas’s makeup artist, but she didn’t know many people in the entertainment industry. Besides Lucas, she only knew Chloe, and their relationship wasn’t exactly great. Where was she supposed to find eligible single women? Emily shot a glare at Mr. Satan—it was all his fault! Mr. Satan, completely unbothered, played with her hand in his palm. "Don’t worry. I’ll talk to Allen Parker, and it’ll be taken care of." "Why didn’t you say that earlier?" "I’m just helping you get along with everyone. If someone ends up finding love, they’ll always remember that you hosted the party." Emily turned to look into his eyes. "Why do I feel like you’re acting a bit strange today? It’s like you want to hand over the company to me and take a break yourself." Mr. Satan smiled mischievously. "You caught me." Emily poked his chest in annoyance. "Keep dreaming! The company is yours, and the work is yours—don’t even think about passing it on to me." "Don’t you want to take charge of the apartment project yourself?" Mr. Satan asked. "I’ve invested billions into this project. It’s the most important one in the company right now. It’s your mom’s work of love, and I want you to be in charge." Emily was shocked. "I… I can’t. I have no background in design or management. How could I…""Don’t be afraid. I’ll help you." What was supposed to be a work meeting ended up turning into a party planning session. When they left the meeting room, the employees were all in high spirits. Mr. Satan kept his promise and quickly made arrangements with Allen Parker. On the phone, Allen Parker’s voice sounded a bit hoarse. "No problem. My company has a lot of young, single women. We’ve recently hired a bunch of girls. They’re all very pretty." Mr. Satan’s tone was teasing. "Are you still in bed? Take care of yourself, bro." Allen Parker had just taken a sip of water, and he ended up spitting it out, coughing violently. "You—" Mr. Satan chuckled softly. "I can tell from your voice what you’ve been up to. Have you been with Olivia these past few days?" "Yes." Allen Parker coughed awkwardly. "I’ve waited years for this, so I couldn’t hold back… And you’re one to talk. When you first got together with Emily, you were just as crazy, weren’t you?" "Yes, and it wasn’t long before Emily got pregnant." Allen Parker laughed. "But you never lost your voice, did you? Emily is gentle, while Olivia is like a wild horse, impossible to tame…" As a good friend, Mr. Satan mercilessly teased him. "You made your choice." "Yeah, I chose her. I only want her, even if it means losing my voice. When are you going to invest in a healthcare company? I’ll be your first investor." Mr. Satan smiled. "I’m not planning on that anytime soon." "Simon," Allen Parker sighed. "I haven’t heard you this happy in a long time. Emily really is your medicine; there’s no doubt about that." Mr. Satan agreed. "God’s been good to me. Despite everything that’s happened, Emily came back to me." "Penelope hasn’t caused any trouble lately, has she?" "I don’t know," Mr. Satan said. "I’m not really focused on her right now." Allen Parker hummed in understanding. "She wants too much. I guess it’s true—people’s hearts are always greedy…"