Chapter 244

Fang Silin's gaze swept over Emily Smith with undisguised disdain, her lips curling into a mocking smile. "Miss Smith certainly knows how to make an entrance."

Emily lifted her eyes calmly. "Do you need something, Miss Fang?"

"I heard..." Fang Silin abruptly changed tack. "My mother-in-law mentioned you used to be kept by several wealthy heirs."

Emily's expression remained unchanged, a faint smile playing at her lips as she offered no response.

"Daniel and I grew up together." Fang Silin arched a brow. "Back in high school, he said he'd only marry a virgin." She paused meaningfully. "You don't even meet the basic requirements. He's just playing with you. If he hasn't broken up with you, it's not because he likes you—he just hates being controlled by his parents."

Emily stayed silent.

"Daniel is returning to W City with us tomorrow." Fang Silin took an elegant sip of coffee. "He'll never come back to Jinzhou again."

Emily glanced toward the operating room, her tone cooling. "Are you finished, Miss Fang?"

"How dare you act superior with me?" Fang Silin slammed her coffee cup down, eyes sharp. "As women, I know exactly what you're thinking. Daniel will soon be my husband. If you know what's good for you, stay out of his sight forever. Otherwise—"

"Understood." Emily nodded.

Fang Silin scoffed and tossed an invitation from her bag. "Our wedding is on the 13th next month. I'll cover your flight and hotel."

Emily looked down at the invitation and chuckled softly. "If you want me gone, why bother with this?"

"Afraid of humiliation?" Fang Silin smirked triumphantly.

The café door suddenly swung open. A tall, imposing figure stepped in, backlit by the afternoon sun.

The empty weekday café fell into silence. The man's impeccably tailored suit accentuated his perfect physique, every step exuding innate nobility.

Fang Silin's gaze locked onto him instantly.

When he turned toward them, she shot to her feet, voice trembling. "Vice President Johnson... Are you here for me?"

Emily, still staring at the invitation, looked up in surprise.

William Johnson?!

She scrambled to stand, only to be pulled into a warm, firm embrace. "Emily." His voice was deep and tender. "Your sister's in surgery, and you're here entertaining strangers?"

Emily?

Fang Silin froze as if struck by lightning. Emily was equally stunned.

"Vice President Johnson..." Fang Silin's voice quavered. "Don't you remember me?"