Emma was still absentmindedly staring at the papers she had doodled on when a stack of documents was placed in front of her.
"Director David said you have to complete this work today."
Emma glanced at the stack of documents in front of her. It was clear that David was deliberately making things difficult for her, perhaps hoping she would give up the job.
"Alright."
Emma didn't think much of it and agreed. She wasn't afraid of hard work and was determined to make David stop disliking her.
Ren, who had dropped the papers on her desk, returned to his own workspace, feeling a bit puzzled as to why David was giving Emma such a hard time. He couldn't help but glance back at Emma, finding something intriguing about her.
"Do you think you can play hardball with me, David? Well, you're wrong."
Emma tried to boost her own spirits; today, she was Laura, not Emma. Her desk faced Ren's.
Emma put on her eyeglasses, took off her high heels, and began to work. It had taken some scheming to get into this position, and it all started a few days earlier.
Back then, Emma was anxious about how to get chosen as a secretary, but then an idea popped into her head. She knew that Chairman Jones disapproved of David's playboy behavior and lack of focus on the company, so the only way to get into the company was to meet with him.
Memory Restaurant, where Chairman Jones was having a business meeting. Outside, Emma was waiting, having found out that the chairman would be there today, so she positioned herself accordingly.
"Thief! Thief!"
A woman walking down the street had her purse snatched by a young man, and she immediately shouted for help. Chairman Jones, having finished his meeting, was just getting into his car when it suddenly stopped short.
"What's going on?"
"Mr. Chairman, it seems like there's a fight up ahead."
The driver quickly explained, and Chairman Jones saw a petite girl wearing glasses chasing after a man. As she had rushed across the road to catch the thief, she had bumped into Chairman Jones's car, causing the driver to brake abruptly.
"Shall we keep going?"
"Wait a moment, let's see if that girl is hurt."
Chairman Jones looked towards Emma, who wasn't far away. After catching up to the thief, Emma kicked him to the ground. She swiftly picked up the purse, and the thief, now scared, ran away.
"Here's your purse."
Emma quickly handed the purse back to the woman who'd been robbed.
"Thank you, thank you so much."
"You're welcome."
Emma smiled brightly. She turned to leave but then paused and walked toward Chairman Jones's car.
"I'm so sorry for what just happened," Emma said, bowing in apology. This caught Chairman Jones's attention. He had a good impression of her because she seemed strong and kind. The car's window was rolled down at his command.
"Are you okay, young lady?"
Emma, despite feeling nervous, kept a cheerful smile as she looked at Chairman Jones. They had met before, but she was disguised as Laura, so he didn't recognize her.
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Good, no need to apologize. You helped that woman get her purse back. You're very brave."
Chairman Jones was known for being strict and rarely complimenting anyone, but he was quite impressed with Emma. Despite not being conventionally beautiful, she seemed genuine, which he appreciated more than those beautiful but ill-tempered women.
"Thank you for your kind words."
"Alright then, I'll be on my way."
Chairman Jones also smiled, then waved goodbye before instructing the driver to leave. He had no idea that Emma had planned the whole thing, ensuring that he would see her and develop a good impression.
On the day of the interview, Emma had her plan well-prepared and arrived very early. Behind her glasses and innocent demeanor was the beautiful face of Emma.
"Excuse me, excuse me."
She bumped into a man, causing her stack of personal documents to fall to the ground.
"Are you okay?"
The man in the black suit stepped over to help pick them up, and Emma looked up to see him. At the company, the chance of running into senior executives was extremely low, but due to her excellent resume, she had been called in for an interview today.
"Young lady, what brings you here?"
Chairman Jones, standing behind her, immediately recognized her face, and the assistant next to him was also surprised.
"Hello, I'm here for a job interview."
Chairman Jones was taken aback by her response and then turned to his assistant, who promptly explained.
"Our company isn't hiring, but Director David is looking for a secretary, sir."
Chairman Jones suddenly remembered Emma from the street fight and her not-so-attractive face. He'd found a way to deal with his son.
"Are you here for the secretary position?"
"Yes, I am."
Chairman Jones flashed a sly smile. He nodded and wished her good luck before walking away. He didn't mention to Emma that he was the owner of this company. When he left, Emma's face revealed a satisfied grin.
"Chairman Jones, here's her resume."
Chairman Jones took the resume and smiled. This girl had some skills.
"Laura... hire her."
The assistant's jaw dropped. The girl that Chairman Jones personally selected for David was just an ordinary-looking girl.
"I'm afraid Director David won't agree."
"Would he dare? Just do as I say. If he has any objections, he can talk to me."
For years, David had avoided Chairman Jones, only reaching out when absolutely necessary.
That evening, after receiving an email confirming her acceptance as David's secretary, Emma knew her plan had worked. But shortly after, she received a significant deposit in her account, followed by a phone call.
"Hello?"
"Hello, I'm the secretary to Chairman Jones. Am I speaking to Laura?"
The voice on the other end was a polite, gentle-sounding man.
"Yes, that's me."
"Did you receive any money?"
Emma quickly understood the situation—the person who transferred the money was Chairman Jones. After a brief conversation, she got a clearer picture of what was happening.
The Jones family isn't quite what the public makes it out to be. Emma could sense that Chairman Jones cared deeply for Kavin, and he wanted her to stay and help him excel at his work.
Emma would be rewarded if she did well, but did she really need the extra money? Initially, she planned to refuse and return the money, but the voice on the other end said something else.
"You can return the money if you like, but then I'll give the secretary position to someone else."
That made things pretty clear: Chairman Jones wanted someone competent and reliable beside David. That person was none other than Emma. She needed to help him curb his party lifestyle and focus more on work.
Returning to the present, Emma was still busy at her desk. No matter how hard she worked, it was already nighttime, and everyone else had left. Emma had only completed half her tasks, and she felt a bit helpless, resting her head on the desk. She didn't want to give up like this—she'd made a promise to Chairman Jones and had her own goal of getting revenge on Mark.
Despite her strong dislike, Emma tried to work as best as she could, as she was the only one left at the moment. Emma looked around, and seeing no one, she got up, gathered the pile of papers, and headed home, unaware that someone had been watching her all this time.When Emma reached home, she plopped onto her beloved bed. Since she agreed to interview at David's company, she had moved to a different apartment. Emma feared that her guise would be exposed, upsetting her mother.Just as she was about to get up to take a shower, her phone rang, so she quickly went to find it."Are you back from work?"The voice belonged to Roger. He had been waiting for Emma to reach out, but since she hadn’t, he decided to call her."I just got back."Emma replied without enthusiasm; she was exhausted and didn’t feel like talking to him."Can we meet?"Mark noticed Emma’s change in demeanor, but he was trying to stay in her good graces. If Emma wasn’t happy, it could spell trouble for his company.Emma
The next day, Emma was awakened by the ringing phone. She picked it up, her eyes still lazy and unfocused."Laura, could you make breakfast for Director David today?"Before Emma could reply, the caller abruptly hung up. She was about to go back to sleep when the phone rang again."Emma, about last night... did you get home safely?"This voice made her fully awake. Emma sat up, looked at the phone screen, and began to calm down."I got home on my own.""Last night... I think I drank a bit too much."Emma chuckled to herself; Mark had called her early in the morning, indicating he was quite alarmed. Emma's plan had thrown his off track."Yeah, you got pretty drunk last night. I had someone take you back to the hotel."Mark became even more worried upon hearing this. He couldn’t understand why he had gotten so drunk. He recalled not drinking that much last night. Emma knew he was very confused, so she added more detail."Don't you remember? You kept drinking bottle after bottle of wine.
"Emma, do you know how much I truly despise you? Lily is much better than you," Mark said as he plunged a sharp knife in her heart.“I truly waited for this day and for you to die,” he finished speaking, laughed loudly, and stood up, leaving Emma to embrace the knife that was slowly dripping blood out of her heart."I never loved you; it was all just a drama for everyone. You loved me, right? Then die to prove it."The atmosphere in the house was both cold and rigid, and the room was now filled with the scent of fresh blood. Emma's body was covered in wounds, and she helplessly looked at him with eyes full of disgust, regretting that she couldn't rise and stab him. Emma hated him to the core. She never expected that this marriage was initially his plan, and her love for him had vanished completely. If someone were to ask her the biggest regret of her life, Emma would not hesitate to answer: loving him and marrying a scoundrel like him."Emma, why do you look so gloomy since you came b
After bringing Nancy home, Emma found herself standing in front of the Green mansion, a place both familiar and estranged, five years ago.Unable to restrain her emotions, Emma's feelings surged as she entered the grand hall, seeing her parents' portraits, their eyes filled with tears.If it weren't for her misguided marriage to Mark in the past, her parents wouldn't have met such a tragic end. The accident that year was Mark's conspiracy, resulting in the deaths of both her father and mother. Emma, fortunately, survived, embraced by them but left with the agony she didn't want to remember or relive."Emma, weren't you supposed to be at Mount Denali, praying for Mark's happiness? Why are you back so soon?" Her mother, Mabel, asked gently.Emma struggled to hold back tears in her eyes. She approached her mother, smiling faintly, realizing that everything had changed. Emma would make Mark pay for his deeds, and the William family would soon be ruined by her hands, ensuring that no one w
Today, Emma wore a shoulder-bearing dress that showcased her alluring figure. Her everyday tied-up hair was now gently let loose, adding to her allure. She glanced around; in her previous life, she never visited places like this, always holding a hint of disdain. Her phone chimed with a text message, and she picked it up."Where are you?" It was a message from Nancy, who had planned to go shopping together but couldn't find Emma at home."I'm at the nightclub."On the other end, Nancy almost dropped her phone. Emma, who had never come to such places before, was now here on her own."Who are you with?""Alone."Nancy, worried for her friend, quickly got in her car and headed to the nightclub. Emma placed her phone down, continued scanning the surroundings, and took a sip of her drink, frowning."If you can't handle it, don't drink it."A deep, low voice echoed in Emma's ear. She turned her head and recognized David. Today, Emma's purpose for coming here was to meet David. She had resea
Upon returning from the nightclub, Emma hurriedly took a shower. She lay on her beloved bed, holding the black card she took from David's wallet. This man was truly unpredictable, but he was the one who would help Emma seek revenge.Emma recalled the scene just before her death. At that time, she had returned from studying abroad, complying with her family's intention to arrange a marriage. The predetermined marriage filled Emma with resentment. She loved Mark, but he married her only for the wealth of the Wilson family.FLASHBACKThe car was navigating through the heavy rain on a difficult road, carrying Emma, her parents, and Mark back to the mansion."Dad? The road seems challenging.""Yes, you and your mother should sit carefully."Normally, the family's private driver would take them, but today, Emma's father insisted on driving himself. Suddenly, the brakes failed, and the speed increased rapidly. Outside, heavy rain made the road even more challenging."Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"The
The entire night, Emma found it difficult to sleep. Early in the morning, she woke up to find that she was late, hastily grabbing her phone."Damn it, why hasn't David contacted me?"Emma thought David would get in touch eventually, but there was no sign of any communication from him. Annoyed, she tossed David's black card into her wardrobe before heading downstairs."Miss, where are you going?"The butler was already there, waiting for Emma. She had returned from studying abroad just a few days ago. Mark was on a business trip at the same time, so they hadn't had a chance to meet. Though Emma, having come back to life, knew Mark was lying, she paid no attention."I'm going to the company.""The master said you should rest. Tonight, we need to meet the young master Mark's family."Hearing this, Emma furrowed her brows, looking around to ensure no one was present before turning to the butler."I know, I'll go to the company and talk to my father.""Yes."Finally, after Emma spoke, the
In a room at a restaurant, the food had already been arranged, and all five people remained silent, creating a somewhat heavy atmosphere. Finn Green took the initiative to speak."It's quite embarrassing; Emma said the girl would be here soon.""No problem, it's Mark's fault for not picking up Emma."After leaving the company, Emma immediately went shopping for clothes. Her father had instructed her to arrive a bit early and have a meal with Mark's family. However, Emma had managed to surprise her father by arriving an hour late."That's right; you should have picked up Emma," Mark Green admitted, taking responsibility. Mark had called Emma before coming, but she had declined, insisting on driving herself.As the uncomfortable atmosphere lingered, a sound reached them from the entrance."Hello, everyone; sorry, I'm late."All five people turned their eyes to Emma, who appeared in a tight black outfit. The black jeans and tight black top complemented her figure, and her makeup was diff