Chapter 100

The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only a few stragglers still peering curiously.

Sam Wilson strode toward Emma Clark with measured steps, each one radiating intimidation.

Emma recognized William Johnson's personal bodyguard. Her legs trembled involuntarily as she lifted her gaze to meet his icy stare, her throat tightening with fear.

"Miss Clark, the boss wants to see you," Sam said, his voice devoid of warmth.

Emma forced herself to ask, "W-what does Vice President Johnson want?"

Sam didn't bother responding. He seized her wrist and dragged her toward a black sedan parked nearby, handling her like a ragdoll.

Tears welled in Emma's eyes from the pain, but she dared not make a sound.

The car door slammed shut. Sam took the driver's seat as the temperature inside plummeted. Emma shrank into the corner, staring at William, who sat in the back with his eyes closed.

"Seven years ago, when Yang Yi stole BestTech's confidential files from Shen Mingli, your parents were involved too, weren't they?" William spoke abruptly.

Emma's face turned deathly pale. She knew exactly what he was referring to—she had already been an adult back then.

"I... I don't know..." Her voice shook.

William finally opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Last warning. If you dare trouble Emily Smith again, I won't hesitate to swap your parents out for Shen Mingli."

He paused. "Or maybe all three of you together."

Emma's face drained of color. She scrambled out of the car in sheer panic.

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In the infirmary, the doctor examined Emily's ankle. "It might be a ligament strain. We'll need an X-ray to confirm."

Daniel Chen returned with medicated oil and knelt to apply it for her when his phone rang.

"I'll do it myself," Emily said, taking the bottle from him.

By the time Daniel finished his call, she had already applied the ointment.

"The graduation ceremony is about to start," she said, attempting to stand—only to wince in pain.

Daniel moved to carry her, but she refused. "I can walk."

Yet the moment she took a step, cold sweat drenched her back.

"I'll get the car," Daniel said, helping her sit back down before rushing toward the parking lot.

Emily watched him go, gently massaging her swollen ankle. Sunlight fell across her pale face, highlighting the fine beads of sweat on her skin.