Emily picked up her phone, still carrying Murray’s warm.She sent Sandy her location.Soon enough, Sandy arrived, oblivious to what had transpired. She asked Emily excitedly why she hadn't responded to her messages, but Emily’s expression clearly read “not interested.”Undeterred, Sandy teased, "Guess who the mystery business big shot was tonight?"Emily sipped her freshly served cold beer. “Don’t want to guess.”"You're no fun!" Sandy said. "It was Murray Gibson! Shocking, right?""Oh." Emily nodded; no wonder he had come to see her. “Honestly, I think your part-time job isn’t too bad,” Sandy mused, admitting even she couldn't deny Murray Gibson’s allure despite her usual indifference.Emily didn't interrupt, letting her wax lyrical to her heart's content. Only when she finally wound down did Emily briefly explain Murray's earlier visit and abrupt departure. Sandy took a swig of beer, grimacing at the taste, and then spat it out. “So, the tycoon’s old flame is back? Why haven’t

Emily and Sandy met at the nearby milk tea shop by the hotel. Emily had always known that Murray had someone following her, thinking it was merely for her safety. Only after Woody's odd reaction did she realize the extent of Murray's measures. Returning to school and preparing for graduation was one thing, but a far more critical task must remain hidden from Murray. Emily understood Murray's nature well. If he realized she was aware of his secretive actions, he'd likely cease them. And Woody was the key to it all. First, she had Sandy add Woody on W******p, then arranged for him to meet up, intending to replace Sandy at the rendezvous. Before Woody's arrival, she deliberately let her tail see her, making it appear as if she was on a date. On their way to the hotel, passing a convenience store, she faked a need to buy something, but in reality, she swapped coats with Sandy there. Their heights and builds were similar enough, and with hats and masks in the evening, one couldn't t

Emily chuckled softly, her slender fingers swiping across her phone's screen before holding it up for Lydia. The image on the screen showed a man and woman cheek to cheek in a photo, capturing Lydia's attention completely. Her eyes widened, and her pupils shifted from unfocused to a sharp focus, almost frozen in place. "Want to see something even more exciting?" Emily teased, her eyebrows raised, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "No, no, this is fake; you Photoshopped it; it's not real," Lydia stammered in denial. "Not convinced? Here's something more," Emily said, scrolling through her phone's gallery. She opened a video of Murray wrapping his arm around her, kissing her cheek, and setting it to loop play. Standing beside Lydia, Emily watched the video with her, occasionally making remarks. "The sugar daddy keeping me is quite handsome, isn't he? Almost like those big movie stars." Lydia stared at the intimate couple in the photo; her image of the unattainable Murray Gibs

The restaurant boasted chefs from various countries, allowing customers who booked the entire venue to choose their preferred cuisine.Despite knowing Murray preferred mild flavors and couldn't handle spicy food, Emily deliberately chose Spanish dishes, emphasizing extra spicy."Just as Miss Rockefeller wishes," Murray said casually, loosening his suit button and sitting down with an air of nonchalance."What would you like to drink?" he asked Emily."Dry white wine," Emily replied quickly.Murray slightly furrowed his brow, then instructed the waiter, "Get one from the L winery, any vintage or grade."After the waiter left, he sat up straight, leaning back in his chair while elegantly folding his napkin onto his lap. He lifted his eyelids to look at Emily, "Satisfied?"Emily propped her head with her hands, her eyes crinkling into a smile, and let out a light "hmm.""Too bland? Want to change it?" Murray wasn't fond of white w

"It's simply not acceptable, Murray. You're not getting any younger, and it's time to consider marriage. What respectable young lady would fancy someone who frolics around like you?"Murray was at a loss for words, finding her back at square one.He couldn't be bothered to argue with Georgia.Rising from his seat, Murray headed to the bar and poured himself a whiskey, adding a generous amount of ice cubes to cool himself.He really couldn't fathom his mother meddling at the worst possible moments. Did she not fear for her son's well-being?And what about her desire for grandchildren?"You will break up with that girl immediately!" Georgia commanded."We're not even in a relationship. What is there to break up?" Murray downed his drink in one gulp, replying nonchalantly.Georgia stood up and walked over to the bar, stopping him from pouring another drink, "You know what I mean!"Murray smirked, patting her hand and noddin