Allen Parker closed his eyes briefly. "Alright, once you've made up your mind, no one can change it. Just tell me what you need me to do." "Two things," Mr. Satan replied. "First, I need you to keep an eye on my dad and grandma for me, especially my grandma. She raised me, and I can't stop worrying about her." Allen Parker nodded. "Sure, that's no problem. What's the second thing?" "The second thing..." Mr. Satan's lips curled into a sharp smile. "Is that everything I've told you today can never be known by a third person, not even my dad or grandma." Allen Parker nodded again. "If they find out, they'll drag you back to take over the family business for sure. But what about Emily? Shouldn't she know?" "No," Mr. Satan said firmly. "She's too soft-hearted." ... By the time the two men came downstairs, more than an hour had passed. Emily was sitting on the couch, leaning back slightly, while Ken and Daniel, seated beside her, were laughing and chatting. Allen Parker walked over and asked, "Where's Olivia?" Emily pointed toward the door. "She left." "She left?" "Yeah, she said she rushed out this morning and didn't have time to freshen up, so she went home to take a shower and change clothes." Allen Parker laughed. "She's not looking for her earrings anymore?" "Nope." Emily smiled. "You might as well buy her another pair." Allen Parker nodded. Ken waved at the two bosses, "Hey, Mr. Satan, Mr. Parker, how are you guys?" Mr. Satan acknowledged him with a brief "Mm." "You're in a good mood—did some girl catch your eye?" Ken thumped his chest. "Boss, I've made up my mind—I'm done with dating. From now on, I'm dedicating myself to the company. Relationships are just too time-consuming."Daniel immediately exposed him, "Don’t make it sound so noble. The moment you get close to a girl, you freeze up and can't say a word." Ken pretended to lunge at him, but Daniel swiftly dodged and ran off, putting some distance between them. Mr. Satan walked over and lifted Emily up from the couch. Startled, Emily quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. "You..." "Don't worry," Mr. Satan said as he sat down on the couch, settling her on his lap. He began twirling her hair around his fingers, looping it over and over. "How's the party going?" Emily perked up at the mention of the party. "A few people are already on dates, but it's too early to tell what will happen next." "No rush. Let them take their time. They've worked with me for so long; they might not know how to interact with girls, but they're good people, capable and trustworthy." Emily teased him, "You sound like a father arranging dates for his sons." Mr. Satan playfully pinched her nose. "I'm about to be a father, so I'm just practicing early." Allen Parker, unable to take any more of their banter, coughed pointedly. "I may not be single anymore, but you guys are really going overboard." Emily immediately tried to stand up. But Mr. Satan held her close, standing up with her in his arms. "Then we'll take our leave now. Let's get together again soon." "What about your employees?" Emily asked. "They're all adults. They can find their way back to the office after the party. I'm leaving." Allen Parker didn't stop them. Instead of going back to the company, they returned directly to the Hilton Hotel. Mr. Satan said, "Starting tomorrow, you'll be working on the luxury apartment project. I’ll give you a crash course this afternoon." Emily glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already past two in the afternoon. "Aren't you hungry?" "What about you?""I'm a little hungry." Lately, her appetite had been strong—she got hungry quickly but couldn't eat much at each meal. Mr. Satan ruffled her hair. "Alright, let's eat first. What do you want? I'll have the waiter bring it up." Emily ordered a bowl of tomato beef noodle soup. "I want it extra sour." Mr. Satan nodded and turned to make a call, muttering to himself, "You like sour things so much—could it be that you're carrying a boy?" When the noodles were delivered, Mr. Satan took the tray and narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong?" Emily asked. "My eyes..." "What's wrong with your eyes?" The chef must have had a shaky hand because the soup was already quite sour, but he added a lot of vinegar on top of that. The sourness was so intense it made Satan's eyes water. Emily caught a whiff of the aroma, her eyes lighting up. "It smells so good!" Mr. Satan placed the noodle soup on the table in front of her. "Try it. If it's too sour, I'll have them make another bowl." "Mmm, delicious!" Emily was genuinely hungry. The beef was tender, and the noodles were perfectly cooked, just the way she liked them. Seeing her eat happily, Mr. Satan was finally satisfied. He leaned back against the headboard with his laptop, working while keeping an eye on her as she ate. Completing the apartment project within three months seemed impossible, but he was determined to make as much progress as possible. The design plans were already detailed, and the calculations were precise. Mr. Satan reviewed the entire design, marking several areas that needed extra attention. "What’s this shadowed area here?" Emily asked, joining him on the bed after finishing her meal. She leaned against his shoulder, looking at the design plans with him. Mr. Satan’s voice was deep and smooth. "That’s the entire apartment’s water supply and drainage system. And this part here is the heating system."Emily quickly caught on, pointing to another section. "So this part should be the electrical system, right?" "Exactly," Mr. Satan nodded with approval. "You got it. The elevators and the entire building's power supply are managed through this system." "But..." Emily furrowed her brows slightly. "It looks like the electrical system and the water supply are overlapping in some areas. If there's a leak, wouldn't it cause a power outage in the whole building?" Mr. Satan followed Emily's finger to the area she was pointing out, and his eyes suddenly brightened. She was absolutely right. The overlapping areas had likely been designed for aesthetics, hidden within the walls. If a leak occurred, it would have serious consequences and pose a safety risk. Emily wasn't a designer, yet she had spotted the issue at a glance. "Actually, I think you could move this part into the fire escape area. That way, it wouldn’t affect the aesthetics, and it would be easier to access for maintenance."