Emily was so envious of Joyce. What she wanted was a simple love.
She said enviously, "Then you should confess to him. Sebastian is good looking and has a good job. If you don't do it quickly, others will steal him from you."
"But I dare not!" Joyce pouted her lips and said.
Emily knocked her on the head and scolded, "What a loser. Didn't you call yourself a bold person? Why did you dare not to confess your feelings to the man you love?"
"This is a big deal... Emily, can you help me? Do me a favor." Joyce held Emily's hand and acted like a spoiled child.
Emily screamed, "How can I help you with such a thing? Are you kidding me?"
"I'm not kidding. I just want you to help me... write a love letter."
Emily twitched her lips and said, "On, my God. How old are you? You are not in your adolescence when you should write a love letter. Why don't you set out candles to form a shape of love?"
"I have thought that, but where he lives is inconvenient to set out candles. Oh, I don't have any experience. This is the first time I go after someone. I don't know what to do. Just help me write a love letter."
"Why don't you write it by yourself?"
"Because you are excellent at writing."
"That's true," Emily said proudly. She was outstanding in her literary talent.
"I'll sell your car, and you write a love letter for me. It's a deal." Joyce raised her hand and said.
Emily gave her a high-five and said, "Okay."
Anthony was so anxious that he walked back and forth in the living room, but he couldn't think of a good idea.
"You're making me dizzy. Can't you stop for a while?" Elena complained.
Anthony roared, "Leave me alone. Ever since I lost my job, your attitude towards me has gotten worse and worse. Do you think you can't rely on me?"
Elena snorted coldly, "That's the truth. You're still working at my daughter's company. How dare you yell at me?"
Iris happened to hear the quarrel of her parents as soon as she went home.
She frowned and said unhappily, "You two are quarreling all day long. If you don't think you can live with each other. Why don't get a divorce?"
"What an unfilial daughter! It is unthinkable that you persuade your parents to divorce." Anthony's heart ached.
Iris snorted coldly, "I'm not a good daughter. Emily is your good daughter. You can leave here and go to live with her."
"You... I raise you up and love you so much. How can you treat me like this?" Anthony was so angry that he raised his hand to slap Iris.
Elena stood up to stop him and said, "What are you doing? You want to hit my daughter! Did Iris say something wrong? Emily made you lose your job, but Iris gave you a job. Why don't you appreciate Iris and instead speak for that little bitch?"
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