Let Me Stay The Night novel Chapter 693

Chapter 693 Counterattack

Emilia cowered in a corner and urged, “What are you doing? Come on in!”

Startled by Emilia's erratic behavior, the assistant hastily followed suit and entered the elevator. Emilia, now visibly more composed and sober, swiftly pressed the button for their intended floor.

Plucking up her courage, the asschapistant asked, “Emilia, what's wrong?” Considering Emilia’s relatively short tenure in the entertainment industry, she shouldn't have made too many enemies just yet.

Emilia glared at her. “What's with the questions? That's none of your business!”

With haste, Emilia hurried out of the elevator, closely followed by her piteous assistant who was scolded for nothing.

As Emilia used her fingerprint to unlock the door to her condominium, she caught a glimpse of her assistant, who was still following her persistently, which ignited a surge of anger within her.

“Did Melissa ask you to keep an eye on me? I may be drunk, but I'm not disabled! It's not like I'd cause her trouble. If there's nothing else, you can leave now.

Stop appearing in front of me all the time. You're becoming a nuisance,” Emilia snapped.

Emilia yanked the door open and stalked in, slamming the door shut after her.

The assistant rolled her eyes and left.

The house was enveloped in darkness, and Emilia's head throbbed with pain. Leaning against the cabinet, she fumbled for the light switch.

Her hand came into contact with something warm on the wall.

This is strange. Since when did I install a heater behind the door?

Perplexed, Emilia tightly gripped the warm object, giving it a few firm squeezes. Unexpectedly, the thing grasped her wrist in response. In an instant, a dark figure materialized and forcefully pushed Emilia against the door.

Following a loud thud, Emilia's breath hitched when a force grasped her throat, constricting her airflow.

At once, she sobercd up as fear flashed across her eyes. In a trembling voice, she asked, “W-Who are you? How did you get in? W-What do you want for me?”

“Emilia, you seem to be thriving lately, huh? I can barely recognize you,” Anya said in a hoarse voice.

Sensing Emilia's fear, she pressed on tauntingly, “Oh, the countless misdeeds you've committed. Just look at how terrified you are. You're a far cry from the Emilia I once knew.”

After confirming that the unwanted visitor was Anya, Emilia relaxed but swiftly put on her guard again.

“How did you get in? Weren't you arrested by the police?”

The video depicting Anya getting arrested by the police at the bank had been spread all over the Internet. Emilia was initially pleased to learn that the police car escorting Anya had plunged into the ocean.

To Emilia, Anya’s supposed death was a stroke of luck.

With Anya out of the picture, there would be no one to expose their past collaboration in scheming against Christina.

Emilia felt relieved knowing that Christina had no concrete evidence linking her to the matter. Once she overcame this current obstacle, she was determined to scize an opportunity to clear her tarnished reputation and make a comeback in the entertainment industry.

Anya proceeded to switch on all the lights, allowing Emilia to finally get a good look at her.

Anya's clothes were filthy and disheveled. The filth dripping off her clothes stained Emilia's pristine carpet. Her face was as pale as a sheet, and her wrinkled skin was covered in wounds, some of them still bleeding.

The sight sent shivers down Emilia's spine, causing her skin to crawl with unease.

Did Anya create an accident to escape from the police? Emilia decided that this wasn't the time to ask how Anya barged into her house. Carefully, she asked, “Anya, what brings you here? I'm going through a rough patch myself, so I'm not sure how much assistance I can offer you.”

“Emilia, as you suspected, ] was apprehended by the police, but I managed to escape,” Anya stated nonchalantly, collapsing onto the couch. She grabbed an apple from the coffee table and began devouring it. “I haven't caten in hours. Cook something for me!”