Chapter 188

Emily handed the phone back to Daniel Chen and turned to help in the kitchen.

"Stay seated." Daniel grabbed her wrist and guided her back to the dining table. He ladled a steaming bowl of century egg and pork congee and gently pushed it toward her.

Emily scooped a spoonful and blew on it to cool it down. The moment the congee touched her tongue, her eyes lit up. "So flavorful!"

Watching her devour the food, Daniel's eyes softened with amusement. "Slow down. There's more in the pot."

After finishing three bowls, Emily finally set down her chopsticks with satisfaction. Daniel suddenly took her hand. "Emily, there's something I want to discuss with you."

"Hmm?"

"Quit your job at BestTech." His thumb brushed lightly over her knuckles. "Focus on voice acting. With your talent, doubling your income wouldn't be a problem."

Her chopsticks froze mid-air.

"Your current job takes up too much of your time," Daniel continued. "If you channeled all that energy into voice acting—"

He didn't finish, but Emily understood the unspoken message. Ever since that night at Four Seasons Hotel, Daniel's wariness of William Johnson had been written all over his face.

"You're right," she murmured, lowering her lashes. "But BestTech was my first job. My colleagues have been so kind to me..."

"I respect your decision," Daniel cut in, his smile strained. "As long as you're happy."

Emily gave a quiet "Mm," and the air between them grew heavy.

Sunlight slanted through the windows of BestTech Tower at eleven in the morning. As Emily approached the elevator bank, the private elevator at the far end suddenly dinged open.

She instinctively took a step back.

Olivia Davis stormed out in ten-centimeter heels, her eyes red-rimmed. When she turned and spotted Emily, her expression twisted with fury.

"Miss Davis." Emily gave a slight nod.

Olivia let out a cold laugh, her nails digging into her palms. "What a coincidence. William's past and present lovers in one place today?"

Emily met her gaze in silence. The heiress of the Davis family looked like a bristling cat, every breath laced with hostility.

"Then again," Olivia sneered, stepping closer until her perfume overwhelmed the space between them, "someone like you isn't even fit to tie Amanda Lin's shoelaces."

With that, she strode away, her retreating figure radiating humiliation.

Three months ago, the scandal had rocked the entire city. Olivia had caused a scene at the Johnson mansion, allegedly pushing Amanda down the stairs. Yet in the end, William hadn't even shown his face.