After the F hotel scandal, Emily became headlines overnight. The gossip about her even outmatched some celebrities.
"Oskar Miller’s mystery girl?" "Clark’s daughter is EX?" Such topics abound, and she just learned that Oskar’s real girlfriend was actually Sebastian’s sister. No wonder Sebastian was asking her about Oskar endlessly.
Such a situation was unfavorable to her. If the situation went worse, the reporters would dig out the dirt of her past, including the shit storm two years ago.
To stay out of trouble, she kept hiding at Evelyn’s place and did not set foot out at all. She turned off her phone 24/7 and her meals were brought by Evelyn.
On the other hand, Fiona looked up all the background of Emily and the entire Morris family. Therefore, she knew every dirty secrets about Emily.
Half a month passed, Emily was no longer headline. That was when she received another invitation from Oskar.
The room was full of handsome men and beautiful women, all singing and dancing. Oskar insisted on drinking with Emily. They had to drink in turns.
"Can I ask you a question?" Emily deliberately teased Oskar with joy.
"Shoot."
“How many girlfriends did you have before Fiona?”
Oskar thought about it and counted his fingers, then shook his head, "I can't remember."
Emily then asked, “Then do you plan to marry her?"
"Will you marry a man who you just met for less than three months?" He asked rhetorically, the answer was obvious.
"I will."
"What, you have a thing for quick marriage?" Oskar asked incredulously, “What do you think of me? Do I meet your standard for quick marriage?"
Emily rolled her eyes, and her brain swiftly started to organize a language that was beneficial to her. Right now, she couldn't offend the son of the Miller family.
"My family is going to find a son-in-law." For a while, she hesitated and teased, “Mr. Miller, you are definitely too much for that role."
Oskar seemed to hear a big joke, he laughed loudly, and everyone else turned their heads to look here.
Someone asked, “Mr. Miller, what’s so funny? Share the joke please."
He gave Emily a glance, and asked in time, "Which one of you wants to marry into a rich family?"
There was a burst of laughter in the private room. Emily rolled her eyes and thought to herself that it was really a group of rich kids who were well served and didn't understand the common people's suffering.
Taking advantage of his gentle expression at this time, she said in a rush, “Oskar, I have something else to ask. Our relationship is not appropriate. You have a girlfriend, and I have a reputation. I don’t think messing with me will do you any good."
Emily finished speaking in one breath, staring at Oskar with a scorching look, hoping that he could nod and agree. Only if he took the initiative to clarify, this gossip could disappear.
"I don't mind a new girlfriend." He was tired of Fiona anyway.
Emily had already thought about a lot of words to refuse, and suddenly a waiter came in from the door, saying that a Miss Clark was waiting downstairs. She was about to break in, with or without Oskar’s permission...
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