Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80 I'm Not Allen Parker
Emily shook her head, leaning against the tree trunk as she straightened herself slowly, avoiding his touch. "I'm fine. I just need to rest for a bit. ...Where's Nathan?"

"Don't worry. He's gone."

Emily visibly breathed a sigh of relief. "Good."

Jackson blinked, observing her expression closely. "Are you afraid of him?"

Emily frowned, a look of disgust crossing her face. "I'm not afraid of him. I'm afraid of being involved with him again. If I could, I never want to see him again in my life."

Jackson shrugged. "Although I don't know what happened between you two, it's clear that your marriage wasn't pleasant."

"It was terrible," Emily forced a smile, "Boss, thank you. You've helped me twice. It's because of you that I can get away from Nathan's harassment."

Jackson crossed his arms, a smug look on his face. "Yeah, shouldn't you thank me?"

"Didn't I just thank you?" Emily added, "Thank you again, Boss."

Jackson clearly wasn't satisfied. "Is that all the thanks I get? Just words? I openly opposed Nathan for you, and I didn't even go to attend an important guest in the exhibition hall. All you say is thank you?"

Emily asked, "What do you want me to do to thank you?"

"Tell me that man's name."

Emily knew who he was talking about.

Satan.

"I've thought about it for a long time, but I just can't understand it. Why I lost to to that man who never shows his face? When you were harassed by Nathan, where was he? When you were pregnant and still had to work to earn money, where was he? Letting his woman repeatedly fall into trouble, is he still a man? Let me tell you, Emily, if he were standing in front of me right now, I would definitely beat him up!"

Emily opened her mouth but then froze, seeing the man slowly approaching from a distance. She bit her lip and whispered softly, "How did you come here?"

Mr. Satan, still wearing his mask, reached out his hand to her.

Emily naturally placed her hand in his palm, which he clasped firmly.

His tone was gentle, "We're going home."

Emily nodded.

"Hey!" Jackson called out to them, catching up with a few strides, looking suspiciously at Mr. Satan, his brow furrowing. "Are you Emily's boyfriend?"

Mr. Satan also examined him, his gaze not particularly friendly. "Yes, I'm her man."

Jackson sneered, "Well, that's great. I was just about to ask you, have you fulfilled your duties as a boyfriend? Emily has been harassed by her ex-husband all along, where were you?"

"Do you like Emily?" Mr. Satan's tone was calm.

Jackson's expression changed, annoyed. "Yes, I do like Emily. If you can't protect her well, then don't hold her back."

"Oh?" Satan chuckled softly, "So, you mean you can do better than me?"

Jackson puffed up his chest. "Of course! At least I don't have to live a life hiding behind a mask, not daring to show my face like you do."

Mr. Satan nodded, "Then let me ask you, what do you like about Emily? Is it her beauty? Or her docility?"

"Both," Jackson said, "As long as it's her, I like it."

"So, you're confident you can steal her away from me?"

Jackson confidently replied, "It's just a matter of time. I'll make Emily see my good qualities."

"Time..." Mr. Satan murmured, "Speaking of time, you're far behind. You've known Emily for less than a month."