Chapter 14

Emily Smith had just settled into her workstation when her phone buzzed abruptly.

The screen flashed with the name "Emma Clark."

She stood up and walked toward the restroom before answering the call.

"Emily Smith, did you join BestTech just to seduce William Johnson?" Emma's shrill voice lashed out like a whip. "Let me warn you—William already has someone in his heart. He's loved that girl for over a decade!"

Emily tightened her grip on the phone, her knuckles turning white.

"Are you this worked up because you're afraid he might take a liking to me?" Her tone was calm, yet every word carried a sharp edge.

A cold laugh came through the phone. "You? The daughter of a murderer? You're not even fit to polish his shoes!"

Emily stared at her reflection in the restroom mirror, her lips curling into a faint, icy smile.

"Then you have nothing to worry about," she said softly. "I have zero interest in your man."

After hanging up, Emily returned to her desk as if nothing had happened and resumed her work.

Once her shift ended, she headed straight to the hospital.

In the VIP ward, her younger sister lay quietly in bed. Emily took her sister's hand and began reading a novel aloud in a gentle voice.

"The doctor said talking helps you recover." She brushed a strand of hair from her sister's forehead. "I'll always be here with you."

By nine in the evening, she was back at her apartment. The interior was pitch black.

She opened the fridge—it was empty.

Just as she finished showering, the doorbell rang.

The video intercom showed Song Yan standing outside with a food cart.

"Mr. Johnson ordered dinner for you," Song Yan said with a sweet smile, though her eyes kept darting curiously into the apartment.

Emily stepped aside to let them in.

"Mr. Johnson isn't back yet?" Song Yan asked casually.

"No," Emily replied, pretending not to notice the disappointment in her eyes.

After seeing Song Yan out, Emily stared at the lavish spread on the table and swallowed hard.

She sent William a WeChat message: The food's getting cold. Should I start eating?

He replied instantly: Go ahead.

Emily immediately picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and took a bite, her eyes closing in bliss.

Meanwhile, a blue light flickered in the eyes of the Optimus Prime robot in the living room.

At the Shen Mansion, William stared at his phone screen, the corner of his lips lifting slightly.

On the screen, the girl was stuffing her cheeks with food, looking like a squirrel that had just stolen a nut.

"What are you looking at?" His elder brother's voice suddenly cut in.

William quickly switched the screen. "Nothing. Just a greedy little animal."

He put away his phone, but the amusement in his eyes remained.