Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed

Chapter 42 I'll Take You Away

Emily was arranged at the center of a platform.

Beside her was a sleek black luxury convertible, with a low-key yet magnificent color scheme, boasting an arrogant and imposing appearance. Although Emily wasn't particularly knowledgeable about cars, she could tell that this model was definitely not something an

ordinary person could afford.

As soon as Emily positioned herself on the platform, it was time for the official start of the car show.

After the host's introduction, the curtains of the entire showroom slowly opened, and darkness enveloped the venue.

Then, a spotlight illuminated the central platform of the showroom.

A perfect car model stood next to the immaculate car.

The host's voice echoed loudly: "This is today's car king at the exhibition. Everyone, behold its perfect streamlined exterior, resembling the African black panther. This is a perfect fusion of dominance and fierceness, the masterpiece that designer Jackson dedicated three years to craft-"

The spotlight was too bright, rendering Emily unable to see the people below the stage, with her vision completely blinded by the white glare.

Fortunately, perhaps, otherwise she would truly feel embarrassed to the point of wanting to flee.

The dress was beautiful, but it was truly too form-fitting.

Her chest was tight, her waist was tight, and her hips were even tighter. It was like a set tailored specifically for her, leaving her with no privacy.

Most importantly, the skirt was simply too short. If she lifted her leg even slightly, she might risk exposing herself.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Emily could feel the flashes from the audience below incessantly flashing. She gritted her teeth and adjusted her movements to minimize any revealing poses, cooperating with the host's introduction to allow the audience below to take photos to their heart's content. She felt like a monkey in a zoo.

"Wow, this car model has a really nice figure."

"Don't be fooled. Many models have had plastic surgery. Who knows if her chest is filled with silicone?"

"Even if her chest is silicone, her legs are so slim, long, and straight. I can't take my eyes off her! I have to ask for her contact information later."

"Hahaha, are you here to see the cars or the car models?"

Men's evaluations of women are basically unrelated to character, only focusing on their physique.

Especially the people who came today, they mostly needed an invitation to enter. They were all upper-class society. This group of people didn't lack women, but they also never stopped their pursuit of beauty.

"Hey, Nathan, what do you think?" someone asked.

Nathan's face was already dark. Although others might not recognize the car model on stage, he recognized her at a glance!

Emily, you're quite something. You don't want my money but you come to be a car model, letting these creepy men gossip about you?

He sneered and gritted his teeth. "Beautiful women are usually ruthless. Be careful of being cheated."

The man laughed, "The more beautiful the woman, the more money it takes to get her. You should know this principle. I've seen so many women, and this woman's figure is definitely the sexiest. It's worth spending money on such a woman." Nathan retorted, "What if she's already married?"

"So what if she's married? If her husband can't satisfy her, she can divorce him. I still have a chance..."

Someone nearby laughed mischievously, "Her husband can't satisfy her? Are you implying her husband is impotent?"

The man smirked, "You get what I mean."

Nathan took several deep breaths, having long reached his limit. "You guys can keep watching. I'm going out for a smoke."

"Hey, why rush to smoke now? Watch the beauty for a while longer before leaving, won't you?"

Nathan walked out of the showroom without looking back, lighting a cigarette.

He didn't used to smoke, but lately, there were too many things bothering him. Only the scent of tobacco could somewhat calm his mind, so he gradually developed a taste for this bitter flavor.

His mother Carol and Sophia used to get along very well, but their relationship started to change after the incident with the broken toilet at home. They both complained to him about each other's faults. No matter which side he supported, it was always wrong, which was simply annoying. He would rather work late

at the office every day, even until

late at night, than spend more time

at home.

Sophia's temperament changed drastically after becoming pregnant, completely different from her previous gentle and sensible demeanor. And that face of hers...

The smoke choked his lungs, making him cough until tears welled up in his eyes.

He could never forget the terrifying sight of Sophia's half-melted makeup on the yacht that day.

Every time they were intimate, that face would flash in his mind, instantly dampening his mood.

But recently, he often dreamed of Emily at night.

Emily in a pure white dress, fluttering in the sea breeze like a white flag. Above the flag was a bright face, and she glanced back with a slight smile, instantly capturing his heart. Just now, she appeared with a different face again.

Although her makeup was too heavy, and her clothes were too revealing, she seemed to exude a noble beauty that made it impossible for anyone to look away.

The thought of many men staring at Emily's skin with eager eyes made Nathan wish he could rush up and pull her away right now, not letting other men look at her for another moment. After finishing a cigarette, instead of calming down, the flames in his heart burned even brighter.

Nathan stubbed out the cigarette and threw it aside, furrowing his brow and walking back inside.

Emily on stage naturally didn't notice any of this. Alt her attention was focused on her aching feet. It was her first time wearing such high heels She had been standing for two hours straight, and her feet were

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The host was still enthusiastically introducing various cars, while she was already breaking out in cold sweats from the pain.

Suddenly, her feet slipped, and Emily lost her balance completely.

She was about to fall to the ground, and she could even hear the audience below gasping in alarm-

But the expected sharp pain didn't come.

Instead of making intimate contact with the floor, she fell into a familiar and warm embrace.

The light was too bright for Emily to see his face, but she could tell by instinct that it was...

"Mr. Satan?"

"Yeah," a deep and magnetic voice sounded in her ear, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Tears welled up in Emily's eyes instantly, and she clung to his shoulder with all her might. "Mr. Satan, my feet hurt."

Mr. Satan helped her take off her high heels and wrapped her tightly in his suit jacket before picking her up. "I'll take you away."

"Okay."

"Emily," he whispered softly, "I'm not wearing a mask. Close your eyes."

She nestled her head on Mr. Satan's shoulder and obediently closed her eyes. "Okay."