Chapter 248 - I Don't Understand 2

He felt that something was wrong with him, so he took out his phone and called Randy.

"I have invited Arabella for lunch tomorrow."

"She didn't agree?" Randy was probably eating, with a swallowing sound from the phone.

"She agreed."

Randy was stunned for a moment and said nervously, "Do you want to invite me?"

"Scram."

Randy knew what happened. "Oh, are you here to show off? Congratulations. You've got what you wanted. Awesome. Without me, the most handsome strategist, planning for you, you wouldn't have been able to woo her successfully. How is it feeling? Are you exhilarated? Have you gotten the condoms?"

...

Jaquan finally knew what was wrong, but he felt that it was because of the long time that his sexual impulse had lessened. "I'm very calm right now."

"Come on. Without sex for so many years, you definitely are ready to sleep with the girl since you have won her over." Randy laughed sinisterly.

" ... No, that's why I'm so confused. What's wrong with me?"

"What?"

Jaquan walked to the bathroom and avoided the others in the office before whispering, "I'm not particularly excited."

Randy snorted and said, "Then you're done."

"What?"

Randy concluded, "Either you are cheating physically or mentally."

"What?"

**

It was almost evening when Emily returned home. Matthew sat in the living room and drank tea. When he saw her enter, he glanced at her and asked, "Where have you been?"

"KFC." Emily lowered his head, as if she had done something wrong.

Matthew asked again, "Haven't you visited the Scavo's these days?"

Emily looked up blankly, as if she did not understand this sentence. The butler next to her immediately explained, "Miss Emily, you previously lived with the Scavos. Do you still remember?"

Emily nodded.

The butler added, "Mr. Maury wants you to visit them these days."

Emily was worried about how to find an excuse to go there tomorrow. Matthew showed up at the right time, so she smiled and said, "Alright."

When she went upstairs, she vaguely heard Matthew talk to the butler, "If only she wasn't retarded, she might be able to marry him..."

Matthew was shrewd, wanting Emily to marry Vincent since Elsie couldn't do it.

She didn't get even with Elsie for what happened last time. Emily asked Harold to investigate the next day of the banquet. Nearly a week had passed, she still hadn't found out who gave Elsie that sketch book.

However, Emily had a premonition that it must be from the person behind them.

But why would the person do that?

To irritate Vincent?

To make Vincent angry and vent his anger on the Britts?

Thus, the Scavos and the Britts would be separated? Everyone would give a shove to a falling wall. If the Britts lost this powerful backer, they would also lose many resources in City Y. If they were unable to survive this crisis, they would soon go bankrupt even without others' interference.

No, what if Vincent wasn't angry?

Even if he wasn't angry, Vincent would definitely be wary of them. After all, his sister had died in a car accident. Why would a relic like the sketch book appear in the Britt's?

But with Emily here, Vincent would not think that way, while the person behind Elsie would definitely think so.

That person knew that the Scavos had help the Britts through their crisis. He knew that the Scavos and the Britts had a subtle cooperation, so he wanted to destroy it, endangering the Britts until they went bankrupt...

But Elsie rushed to stand out to be others' tool without knowing it. Since she dared to take such a big risk, that person must have given her great benefits.

Who was that person?

Emily texted Harold when she entered the room, "Send someone to keep an eye on Elsie 24 hours a day."

Not long after, Harold called. Emily went into the bathroom, turned on the tap and answered, "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Eliot found it." Harold's voice was clear. "He found the money Beverly misappropriated. They were quarreling in the underground garage."

"Next, Beverly will look for Christy. Tell Christy to get prepared because the money can't be retrieved."

"She also embezzled the year-end bonus at the annual meeting to buy funds."

"Annual meeting?" Emily recalled that there was indeed one, but she couldn't remember anything specific.

"There will be an annual meeting on the nineteenth of this month."

Emily smiled. The annual meeting was a good place to expose the dirty deeds of the mother and daughter.

"Keep an eye on Beverly and that person. You know, you can create something at the critical moment."

Harold said, "I don't understand."

Eliot hadn't returned yet, and Maury seemed to be unaware of it. That's right. If Maury knew now, Beverly would be washed up.

After all, since she was his biological mother, Eliot would naturally protect her.

Elsie, on the other hand, looked like she was unaware of the suffering in the world. After finishing her meal, she glared at Emily and went upstairs.

Beverly did not go downstairs for dinner, saying that she was too tired and had gone to bed. She did not dare to face Maury for fear that he would see the flaws. Fortunately, Eliot had not told Maury the truth. Otherwise, not to mention eating, she would probably not be able to drink water in the future.

Maury took this time to have a good chat with Emily. There was nothing special about it, just asking if she had enough for dinner, the best food in KFC, if she had any cold drinks outside, and if she bought or liked anything.

To be fair, Maury treated her very well. Even if he had done something wrong in the past, and even if her mother could never forgive him, it still could not change the fact.

He might not be a good husband, but he was a good father.

When Emily went upstairs, she cut herself a bookmark-sized piece of paper with a paper cutter and began to draw. Because it was the first time she drew on such a small piece of paper, almost everything she wanted to draw could not be shrunk within this range. She had wasted dozens of them, and was finally satisfied when she drew the fifteenth one. It was a swallow.

She carefully picked it up and put it under the light. The swallow was painted in oil. The black swallow had a golden tail. It seemed to be a little lonely with only one swallow on such a rectangular piece of paper. Just as she was about to add another swallow, a shadow covered her head.

"What are you drawing?"

The man appeared without anyone noticing. Fortunately, Emily was more or less used to it. She handed the thing to him and explained, "It's a swallow."

Vincent stretched out his hand and took it. He was dressed in a pure black coat. He came from the dark and entered the light. The gentle light unexpectedly blended with his sharp eyebrows and eyes. He smiled slightly.

"Vincent, I want to take you to a place tomorrow."

When Emily was about to explain that place and Doctor Miracle, Vincent said in a low voice, "Alright."

Outside the balcony, Guard A said, "I want to take you to a place tomorrow."

Guard B, "Is it heaven?"

Guard C, "No, it's..."

Guard D, "It's hell."

Guard A, "What?"

Guard A, "What?"

Guard A, "What?"