Three Year To Love (Emma Johnson and Ethan Carter) novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37 

Twilight is falling, the lights are coming on. 

At the end of the day’s work, Emma Johnson dragged her tired body back to the home, she lay lazily on the bed, took out her cell phone and sent a text message to Summer 

Thompson. 

Tomorrow is Saturday, why don’t we go shopping together? 

The high intensity of work every day makes her a little physically and mentally. exhausted, just want to take the weekend to adjust and relax. 

Sure, you decide the time and place! 

Summer replied almost in a second, and the two of them agreed on a time and place. 

Early the next morning, Emma got up and cleaned herself up, stood in front of the mirror, looked at her well–dressed, well–makeup appearance, nodded with satisfaction. 

Emma arrived at the cafe where she had arranged with Summer, and stared at the door in anticipation. After waiting for about five minutes, the familiar figure finally arrived. 

“You’re never on time!” Emma shook her head helplessly, Summer was always late out 

of habit. 

“Oh, it’s not my fault, the traffic was so bad!” Summer smiled sarcastically, making an 

excuse for her lateness. 

“Come on, let’s go upstairs.” The two of them left the cafe with a smile on their face, and walked towards the elevator to the second floor. 

Just as they reached the second floor, they bumped into Olivia Brooks, who was walking in ten centimeter high heels, twirling her slim waist, followed by a bodyguard, her hands full of shopping bags. 

“Yo, I didn’t expect to see you here.” Olivia’s face flashed with disdain, and she mocked in a sarcastic manner, as if Emma wasn’t supposed to be in this mall. 

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walking in ten centimeter high heels, twirling her slim waist, followed by a bodyguard, her hands full of shopping bags. 

“Yo, I didn’t expect to see you here.” Olivia’s face flashed with disdain, and she mocked in a sarcastic manner, as if Emma wasn’t supposed to be in this mall. 

“Emma, if I were you, I’d be at home. Don’t think that just because that video of you getting paint thrown on you was deleted, you can continue to do whatever you want. If you dare to seduce my fiancé again, you’ll get more than just paint thrown on you.” She opened her eyes wide and threatened nonchalantly. 

Summer immediately reacted, angrily staring at Olivia, “So you’re the one who’s going to throw paint on Emma!” She moved her fists, wanting to rush up and argue with her. 

“So what if it’s me, who told her to misbehave, seduce my fiancé, and take matters into her own hands.” Olivia pointed at Emma’s nose in humiliation without mercy.