Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed novel Chapter 7

When Emily went to the pharmacy and got the prescription and payment receipt, she finally understood why Sophia hadn't picked up the medication and why Mr. Satan had given her money.

Just the post-operative anti-rejection drugs cost over a hundred thousand, and that was just for a week's supply.

"Miss?" The staff at the payment counter saw her pause and called out, "Are you sure you want to buy this medicine?"

Emily nodded, handing over her card. "Yes, of course."

After spending the evening accompanying her father in the hospital room, it was already past eight o'clock when she took the subway back to the hotel.

Looking up at the clock in the hotel lobby, it read eight fifty.

She had ten minutes left until the time she had arranged to meet Mr. Satan.

If the last time was her stumbling into the wrong room while drunk and ending up with Mr. Satan, then this time, it was her entering room 2307 voluntarily while completely sober.

Her hand on the door handle began to tremble involuntarily.

"You're here? Come in, the door's unlocked."

Whether he heard her movement or not, Mr. Satan's voice came from inside the room.

Emily took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and turned the doorknob to enter.

Unexpectedly, the room was pitch black.

The window was open, allowing the light from outside to shine in, outlining the silhouette of a tall man.

He stood with his back to Emily, facing the window, holding a highball glass in his hand, with a red liquid swaying inside.

Was it him?

With each step Emily took, there was a sense of heaviness and uncertainty about the future.

She knew nothing about this man, but they had already shared the most intimate contact between a man and a woman, and she didn't even know what he looked like.

Ironically, with just one night, she had received six million.

Emily chuckled self-deprecatingly, feeling like she had sold her dignity for a good price.

Her hand reached for the light switch on the wall, but she hesitated, unsure if turning on the light would disrupt Mr. Satan's habits.

"Hello, I..."

He raised his hand to stop her next words, leisurely taking a sip of the red wine in his hand, his voice lazy and magnetic. "Care for a drink? This is a Lafite air-freighted from France today, not bad."

Emily politely declined, "No, thank you. I don't drink."

"Oh?" Mr. Satan chuckled softly, "If you don't drink, then how did you spend last night in a haze with me?"

Emily's face flushed instantly. Though she had drunk last night, those memories that made her blush and heartbeat, were still unforgettable.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional. If I offended you, I'm truly sorry, and I'm willing to compensate."

"Alright then, Emily, how would you like to compensate me?"

Emily was taken aback, "You know my name?"

She regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth. From his demeanor, she could tell that Mr. Satan must be a billionaire with power. If he wanted to investigate her background, it would be a piece of cake.

Mr. Satan didn't answer. Instead, he said, "I know you better than you think."