Chapter 157

"Mr. Taylor, this is Emily Smith." Emily confirmed the identity after the call connected.

"Heh." George Taylor's low chuckle came through the phone. "I know it's you. You didn't dial wrong."

Emily pressed her lips together.

"Sounds like you're still awake?" George got straight to the point. "Can you come to The Royal Club?"

The mention of The Royal Club made her fingers tremble slightly.

She remembered how Susan Miller had looked out for her when she worked there. She'd always wanted to thank her but never found the right moment.

"What's the matter?" she asked cautiously.

A brief silence followed on the other end. "William's drunk. He's insisting on seeing you."

Emily's expression instantly turned cold. "Sorry, we're long over. I have a boyfriend now."

"Oh?" George chuckled. "But you're still a BestTech employee. Piss off the boss, and you and your colleagues—"

"Do all rich people act this unreasonable?" Emily cut him off.

"Ha!" George laughed outright. "Plenty are worse than us."

"It'll take me an hour to get there." She deliberately dragged out the time.

"We'll wait." His tone was firm. "If you don't come, he won't leave."

After hanging up, Emily took out the new TF lipstick set from her closet. It was originally meant as a birthday gift for her colleague Lily White, but she changed her mind.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of The Royal Club.

Under the neon lights, Jinzhou's most luxurious entertainment venue still glittered extravagantly. Emily took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

"Emily?" The security guard at the entrance widened his eyes. "Almost didn't recognize you!"

It was true—the current Emily was completely transformed. After brief pleasantries, the guard let her through without question.

Inside, the lighting was dim. Emily navigated effortlessly to where Susan was reprimanding someone.

"Newbies don't know the rules!" Susan's voice was as loud as ever.

Emily stood nearby, her lips curling involuntarily.

"And who might this lady be—" Susan turned, then her eyes bulged. "Emily?!"

"Susan." Emily smiled and nodded.

"Oh my god!" Susan rushed over and hugged her tightly. "Did you take some magic potion? I barely recognized you!"

Emily returned the embrace. "Still as sweet-tongued as ever, Susan."

"I mean every word!" Susan released her, looking her up and down. "Look at this poise. Nothing like that hardworking student from back then."

Indeed, the current Emily carried herself with quiet confidence. Though her clothes weren't expensive, they suited her perfectly.

"Come, let's chat in my office." Susan took her hand. "I want a proper look at you."

Emily retrieved the lipstick set from her bag. "Susan, this is for you."

"Oh, I couldn't—" Susan protested verbally, but her eyes sparkled.

"You took such good care of me back then." Emily said sincerely.

As they spoke, a waiter hurried over. "Manager Miller, the guests in VIP888 are causing trouble again."

Emily's heart skipped a beat—that was the room number George had given her.