Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31 Are You Emily?
Emily had no reason to refuse.

Makeup for thirty or forty car models: twenty thousand a day. Makeup for Jackson alone: one hundred thousand a day.

And, doing makeup for men was easier than for women.

"Are you coming or not?" Jackson impatiently urged her.

Emily gritted her teeth. "I'm coming!"

"Heh heh," Jackson chuckled. "Alright, send me your address, and I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Emily hesitated for a moment and then quickly refused. "It's not necessary, really. Just tell me the location, and I can take the bus. I don't want to trouble you."

"That place is only accessible to VIP clients," Jackson bluntly informed her. "Do you want me to wait for you at the entrance?"

Emily paused, ultimately agreeing.

"I'm staying at the Hilton Hotel."

"I'll add you as a WhatsApp friend, and you can send me your address."

There was no choice. Emily complied with his request and provided her WhatsApp.

After hanging up, his friend request quickly popped up.

Although it felt a bit strange, Emily added him as a friend. After all, Jackson was her boss, and she didn't want their relationship to be too tense.

Tonight, Mr. Satan's passion for her surpassed previous nights. While she was still looking at Jackson's WhatsApp, he suddenly scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, initiating their night of lovemaking.

...

Jackson had said he would come to pick her up after ten in the morning.

To avoid making her boss wait, Emily got up early and went downstairs to wait.

Last time, Jackson had complained about her dressing too plainly, so today she deliberately put on the white long skirt from her closet. She paired it with a simple white T-shirt and flat shoes. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, swinging with her movements, looking quite adorable.

At nine forty, she was already downstairs. A bright yellow Lamborghini was parked conspicuously at the entrance.

Jackson was dressed punk today, in a leather jacket and black jeans, but with his tall stature and cold demeanor, the outfit strangely suited him.

However, it seemed Jackson hadn't noticed her yet; he was still gazing towards the Hilton Hotel entrance.

Emily approached cheerfully and greeted him in a low voice, "Morning, boss. Why are you here so early?"

As if startled by the beauty beside him, Jackson took off his sunglasses and scrutinized her carefully. "You...you're Emily?!"

Emily smiled awkwardly. "Yes, boss. You once said, a makeup artist who can't even groom themselves properly doesn't have the credibility. I've thought about it, and you're right. Besides, since I'm working with you today, I changed my outfit. Is this attire okay?"

Earning someone else's money meant listening to their orders, especially when the commission was substantial. Emily felt a sense of duty to be a good employee, especially since she had publicly clashed with her boss before. She felt a bit guilty, so as long as his requests weren't too unreasonable, she was willing to cooperate.

Jackson, on the other hand, wore a dumbfounded expression with a hint of surprise, yet his eyes still sparkled with eagerness.

However, he spoke insincerely, "Your outfit is quite ordinary. Why all white? I'm not taking you to a funeral."

Emily decided not to argue with him. "I don't have clothes in other colors."

The word "in other colors" was conveniently skipped by Jackson's ears, leaving him to assume she had no other clothes to wear and that this outfit was passable.