Chapter 77

"Mr. Harris, will you tell Olivia Davis and the others about what happened tonight?" Emily Smith asked softly.

She had just learned from George Taylor that the man who forcibly took her and Mia Harris was Lucas Davis, Olivia's cousin.

The Davis family had deep roots in Jinzhou. Olivia's grandfather alone had three wives.

William Harris chuckled. "What, afraid I can't handle it?"

Emily bit her lip, hesitating.

"Don't worry. I won't throw myself against a stone wall." Seeing her unease, he reassured her, "As long as they don’t provoke Mia again, this ends here."

Only then did Emily’s tension ease.

After exchanging a few more words and confirming Mia was fine, she left.

It was late when she returned to Jinzhou Bay No. 1.

The moment she turned on the lights, her phone rang.

William Johnson’s name flashed on the screen.

She hesitated before answering.

"Hello."

"Who gave you permission to go to a bar?" His voice was tight with suppressed anger.

Standing in the foyer, Emily’s nose stung inexplicably.

"It won’t happen again," she murmured.

Silence stretched on the other end.

"I’m coming back the day after tomorrow." After a pause, his tone softened slightly. "Don’t leave the house tomorrow."

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask if he was worried Olivia would cause more trouble.

But all she said was, "Okay."

"Nothing else to say?" he asked.

"What do you want to hear?"

William let out a low laugh. "Go to sleep."

That night, she tossed and turned until dawn.

On Sunday, she stayed home obediently.

She couldn’t afford to get into trouble.

Her sister needed her. Her father in prison needed her.

Monday morning, just as she was heading to a meeting, the office phone rang.

The caller ID showed William Johnson’s office.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"Emily, the meeting’s starting," Lily White reminded her.

"You go ahead. I’ll take this call," she said with a strained smile.

Once her colleagues left, she picked up.

"Come here now." His voice sounded weary.

"I have a meeting in a minute," she refused.

"The meeting is more important than me?" His tone darkened.

"It’s work hours."

"I’m your boss’s boss’s boss." He scoffed. "Is obeying the CEO a problem?"

"What if missing the meeting affects my supervisor?" she countered.

"So the meeting is more important than me?"

"Is it urgent?" she asked quietly.

The line went dead.

Listening to the dial tone, she hesitated before grabbing her notebook and heading to the conference room.