Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94 Princess Dream
Emily waved her hand to indicate that she was fine. "It's okay, she's very cute," she said.

Hearing someone compliment her daughter's cuteness, the little girl's mother was delighted. She smiled warmly at Emily and said, "She's been reading fairy tales since she was little. We all spoil her, she's like a little princess. Her dad even decorated the house all pink for her."

Emily chuckled, "You have a happy family."

"You also have a great family," the little girl's mother said, glancing at Jackson. "Is he your boyfriend? He's handsome! And what straight guy would ever paint his car pink? He must have done it for you."

Emily immediately knew she had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained, "He's not my boyfriend, he's my boss. He often likes to paint his car different colors..."

"Not like this," the little girl's mother insisted. "I know better. Men might like bright blue, bright yellow, or even bright purple, but never pink."

Emily raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. She had seen Jackson's car before, and indeed, it was bright blue, bright yellow, and bright purple.

"Especially this Barbie pink. Men only use this color to attract girls. Are you really not his girlfriend?"

"I'm his subordinate."

"...He brought his subordinate to the amusement park?"

Emily continued to explain, "No, we're meeting a client here. The client has a son, so we arranged to meet here."

The little girl's mother nodded, "I see. Well, you two look like the protagonists of a romantic story!"

A romantic story?

Emily smiled wryly. Her life could only be a melodramatic soap opera.

The girl nestled in her mother's arms, "Mom, can I sit in the pink princess car?"

The little girl's mother gently replied, "That's the man's car, dear. If you want to sit in it, you have to ask his permission first."

The little girl immediately fell silent.

Jackson's icy expression made it clear that he was not someone to be trifled with. Although the girl was young, she could tell who was stern and who was gentle.

Emily chuckled, "Are you afraid of him?"

The little girl shyly nodded, "That man looks really scary. I don't dare to talk to him."

The little girl's mother also smiled, "Alright, let's go into the amusement park first, so we won't delay their work."

The little girl nodded, feeling a bit disappointed, but she kept looking back at Jackson's car.

For her, that car was Cinderella's pumpkin carriage, carrying all her hopes and dreams.

Which girl didn't dream of being beautiful, riding in a beautiful pumpkin carriage, and meeting her prince charming?

But Emily hadn't.

She knew from a young age that she didn't have a mother, and her family was very poor. She didn't dare to have any fantasies; she just wanted to grow up quickly and make money. Life had deprived her of the right to have a childhood, she didn't have the qualifications or time to dream.