Penelope’s hands were slightly rough. Especially her palms, which appeared dry with visible lines. Resting in her palm was a black bow hairpin—an old, common style that looked a bit worn out and loose, showing clear signs of use. Satan furrowed his brows but didn’t move. Penelope raised an eyebrow slightly. “Isn’t this Emily’s? Don’t you want it anymore?” Satan remained wary. “How can I be sure whether you swapped it or not? You suddenly show up today and meet me in the Hilton. What exactly are you after?” Penelope smiled, retracting the hairpin and holding it in her hand. “You still don’t trust me, Simon. Is it that you trust no one but Emily in this world?” “I trust many people, but you’re not one of them,” Satan said coldly and decisively. “Penelope, I’ve been clear about my position. You know the choice you need to make. I don’t need to spell it out for you.” Penelope’s smile froze. She looked up at the man in front of her. He was somewhat familiar but also somewhat unfamiliar. Still tall and imposing, exuding masculinity. She had dreamt many times of being Emily, held tenderly in his arms, cherished and loved. But no matter how much she resembled Emily, she was never Emily. She was just a substitute. To put it more harshly, she was just an object, a thing to make him remember Emily. Penelope lowered her head, her eyes glistening. “If... if Emily didn’t exist in this world, would you like me instead?” She looked up. “What exactly is the difference between me and Emily? Can you help me understand?” Satan’s voice remained indifferent. “Penelope, you will never understand. There’s only one Emily in this world, and you can never be her.” “What if I could be?” Penelope frowned slightly, making one last attempt. “You like her face. I could get plastic surgery to look exactly like her. She likes wearing simple sportswear and sneakers, I could wear those and never touch a dress or heels again. I could learn everything she likes, become her completely. I could…” “Enough!” Satan’s patience was at its limit. “No one can replace her, no one. Penelope, whether you swapped that hairpin or not, it’s just a memento of Emily to me. Now that Emily is here with me, I don’t need such things to fill my memories anymore. So I don’t want it back. Do whatever you like with it. If you don’t have anything else, I’m leaving.” Penelope, in a rush, grabbed him by the arm. “Wait, I have one last question. If you answer it, I’ll leave immediately and never appear in your life again!” Satan was about to walk away without a word, but then he realized that if Penelope kept bothering him, it would be a problem. It was better to resolve everything in one go. “Speak.” Penelope’s gaze dropped to the marble floor. The Hilton Hotel’s floor was spotless, reflecting their shadows. At that moment, the floor not only showed Penelope’s disheveled reflection but also the figure of someone who had just parked his green car and was hurrying toward them. Penelope smiled, hooking her arm around Satan’s neck and kissing him forcefully— “Ah—” Before her lips could even touch him, Penelope was violently thrown back, slamming into the corner of a coffee table, causing her to cry out in pain. “Emily…” Jackson rushed in, protecting her. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” But when he saw the woman’s face, he was frozen in place. This woman… She looked seven or eight parts like Emily, but she wasn’t Emily! Jackson threw her aside. “Who the hell are you? What’s your game pretending to be Emily?” Penelope, disregarding the pain, smiled through her tears, feeling a cold sadness and a sense of satisfaction at her goal being achieved. Jackson had arrived just in time to see this scene, hadn’t he? She laughed joyfully, slowly raising her hand to point at Satan. “I just wanted an explanation, Simon. You used me and then discarded me. You have no heart!” Jackson clenched his fists, his gaze fixed on Satan. “Vincent, can you explain what she means?” Satan frowned, his voice low. “It’s all in the past. It’s better not to bring it up.” “Why not?” Penelope laughed loudly. “You kept me in a luxury apartment. When you were drunk, you lay in my bed, saying you missed me and loved me. Why are you afraid to mention it?” “Penelope!” Satan interrupted harshly. “I warned you. That was your last chance.” “Yes, you warned me, so what? How do you plan to deal with me?” Penelope sneered. “Jackson, you’ve come at just the right time. Help me judge this. I was kept in a high-end apartment for so long, and now that you have someone else, you just throw money at me to leave. How is that any different from being a scumbag?” Penelope’s words were carefully crafted, mixed with truth and lies as Bobby had taught her. By blending fact with fiction, she aimed to make it look like Vincent was a heartless person. These words, when said to anyone, would make them think Vincent was a scoundrel! And Jackson was the perfect witness. Penelope smirked. “Forget it. If I had known you were so cold-hearted, I wouldn’t have been deceived by your love. Simon, I wish you and Emily happiness. I hope Emily doesn’t follow in my footsteps and end up abandoned.” Penelope struggled to her feet, placing the hairpin on the coffee table and leaving the Hilton lobby in a daze. The impact from the fall had left her in pain, hunched over, her hands on her abdomen, walking painfully and awkwardly. “Vincent, aren’t you going to explain this woman’s situation?” Satan watched Penelope leave and let out a slight sigh of relief. “There’s nothing to explain.” Jackson stepped forward, grabbing his collar and speaking slowly and forcefully. “With a woman who looks so much like Emily, did you have something with her in the past?” “Let go.” “I won’t let go!” Jackson said through gritted teeth. “You need to clarify everything today. Were those things the woman said true or false?”