When Dorothy heard this, her eyes were full of hatred. She wanted to cut her to pieces and throw her to the dogs.
Emily felt very satisfied. The more Dorothy hated her, the happier she felt.
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Emily had stayed in the house of the Morris family under the nose of Dorothy for more than half a month. They seldom talked to each other. Each time when they met each other, they could read the hatred in each other’s eyes and they wanted to kill each other thousands of times.
She no longer wanted to wait. When the time was ripe, she would absolutely take action immediately.
"Mr. Clark, this is Emily."
Emily took the phone to call Sebastian whom she had not contacted for many days. When she was making a phone call, she appreciated her face in the mirror with exquisite makeup. Her face was so tender as if she had been able to squeeze water out of her face. She deliberately made a light makeup with a far cry from normal days.
If a man had eaten spicy food all the time, he would want to drink some clear soup and eat vegetarian dishes. And Emily happened to be someone who could be both mature and soft.
"Emily?"
When he received the call, he was dealing with a tricky contract. The other party was ruthless, refused to make compromises, and asked him to give up two percent of their profits.
Emily asked, "Busy?"
"What's up?"
Since Emily had made up her mind to pursue him, she did not plan to hide her intention. She came straight to the point, "I want to have dinner with you and just do not know if you have the time."
This woman was extremely treacherous and crafty and he could not believe her words.
Sebastian coldly hummed, "A real meal or you are just having some evil intentions?"
Emily giggled, "I plan to take a picture of you, and then ruin your reputation, do you trust me?"
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