OH MY EMPEROR

After last nights typhoon, today is a cloudy day, the sky is gray, and the ground is wet, full of fallen flowers and leaves.

The gloomy sky soon began to drizzle again, making people unable to help but shiver.

Emma Watson stood at the entrance of the security room of the most luxurious private villa in New York City, being shut out by the cold black iron gate. The eaves outside the security room were too small to shelter from the rain, and half of her clothes were soaked soon.

She had been waiting for an hour.

Last night, her father, the chairman of Smith Industries, was arrested for money laundering, and the current situation is unknown.

The companys old staff members have been withdrawing their investments, customers have been canceling orders, suppliers have cut off supplies, and there have been personnel changes... She is overwhelmed and struggling to cope.

The supply chain is broken, and the bank refuses to lend money. She came to seek help from Chris Hemsworth, who has been engaged to her since childhood, with the last bit of hope.

"Security uncle, when will Mr. Rockefeller finish his bath? Could you please announce it again?" Emma Watson has always been afraid of the cold and couldnt help but urge the uncle who was leisurely listening to the radio inside.

"I have already informed him. Our young master is not someone who sees anyone who wants to see him," the uncle said, looking at Emma Watsons wet shoulders, a trace of contempt flashed through his eyes. The world of the rich is like this, flattery and arrogance, only adding flowers to brocade, where there is any help in times of difficulty?

Emma Watsons delicate makeup was ruined by the rain, and she was a bit embarrassed, but her family was broken only last night, and she still had the expensive cosmetics from before. So her lips were still bright and beautiful.

Under the dense and curly eyelashes are a pair of delicate and beautiful eyes. At this moment, they were slightly lowered, and no one could see what was inside. Under the clear philtrum is a well-shaped nose. The old people say that girls with a clear philtrum will be very lucky. Her fortune is indeed good. Unfortunately, it seems to have ended last night.

"Uncle, could you please inform him again?" Emma Watsons words were sincere, and her posture was already too low to be lower. She pondered for a while and took off a bracelet from her hand and put it on the window, "Uncle, this is a bracelet from Xinhui. Please help. I really have an urgent matter to see Chris Hemsworth."

"Okay." The uncle reluctantly put down the newspaper in his hand, glanced at the transparent bracelet, and put it into his arms.

Emma Watson imperceptibly let out a sigh of relief.

After an unknown amount of time, her feet in high heels were already numb, and the security uncle came out slowly with a cold and lukewarm tone: "Miss Smith, you can go in now."

The tone of the word "Smith" was particularly heavy, so heavy that Emma Watson felt a burst of anger in her heart. The stuff that looks down on people, when she turns over, she will see how she will take back the humiliation she suffered today several times.

Although she was left for so long, the sharpness on her body became more and more sharp. She clenched her fist, raised her foot and walked into the most luxurious mansion in New York City.

"Hello, auntie, Im Emma Watson, here to see Chris Hemsworth." Through the garden, you can see the luxurious golden hall. The door is open. She went up and calmly explained her intention to the aunt who was guarding the door.

"Oh, I know. Miss Smith -" Although the aunts attitude is not a problem, she is still smiling, but that smile is full of strong contempt.

Emma Watson couldnt help but think in her heart, how can the servants of the Rockefeller family look down on people one by one? It seems that the family style of the Rockefeller family is not very good. How did her father make this engagement for her?

Emma Watson sat on the sofa with a wet body. Although she was angry, she looked scared and pitiful, because she knew that Chris Hemsworth upstairs was not taking a bath but watching a play, a play about herself.

But she wont let this play end so easily, and she wont let him refuse her so easily.

The aunt, due to Emma Watson being a guest, reluctantly came from the kitchen with a cup of tea. She put it in front of Emma Watson with a contemptuous look, and her eyes slightly raised: "Miss Smith, have some tea."

"Thank you." Emma Watson was frozen outside for a long time and needed a cup of hot tea to warm up. She stretched out her slender wrist and picked up the teacup, looking generous and decent, which was completely different from the fallen daughter outside.

The aunts eyes also changed slightly because of her actions, not as blatant as before. But two seconds later, her eyes blatantly showed contempt, and her smile was sarcastic.

Looking at the Jingdezhen porcelain lying on the white woolen blanket, and a piece of yellow water stain on the blanket, the aunt sneered: "Miss Smith, do you know how troublesome it is to clean this blanket? I think you cant afford the price now, can you?"

The aunts words are also a direct poke at Emma Watsons face. Her face slightly changed, with endless apologies, her eyelids slightly drooping, and water droplets were dripping from her hair, looking very pitiful.

But the aunt is not a person who is merciful to the beautiful. She directly drove her up from the sofa, with a disgusted tone: "Please get up, Miss Smith. You accidentally knocked over the teacup, and I have to clean it again."

"Sorry."

Emma Watson stood up pitifully, with a flash of cunning in her eyes, but immediately returned to her previous appearance. Her hands were like a little girl who made a mistake, constantly wringing her clothes, looking at the busy figure of the aunt, and asked cautiously, "Can I go and take a look? I seem to be abrupt here..."

Emma Watsons voice is getting smaller and smaller, but it is still enough for the aunt to hear. She looked at the fallen daughter with disgust and waved her hand casually: "Go, go, standing here is annoying." She sneered and continued to busy with her hands, and the words behind were only because of the low voice that Emma Watson didnt hear.

Emma Watson left the sofa as she wished and visited the vases placed in the appropriate position in the living room, and the murals on the walls. The living room is full of black and white, black Roman curtains with curtains with a sense of draping, highlighting the classical temperament. The golden ribbon tied on the curtains lit up the entire bedroom space, showing a low-key luxury. The black and white interlaced wallpaper, with black furniture, has no extra decorations. The classical and gorgeous black crystal ceiling hangs on the head, giving a bit of pressure.

Such a perfect dress makes people reluctant to destroy it. But it has to be destroyed!

Emma Watsons mouth is filled with a faint smile, her beautiful eyes narrow, and she seems to be accidentally twisting her foot while walking, "bang" and falls to the ground, her eyebrows and eyes are low, and her small hand is waved, and the vase next to her is conveniently pushed to the ground.

Boom!

A loud noise immediately attracted the attention of the aunt next to the coffee table.

She turned her head in a hurry, looking at Emma Watsons direction with an unbelievable face, and her eyes were all over.

She quickly walked over and shouted loudly: "Miss Smith, this vase is a treasure that the young master bought back for thirty million. Did you just knock it over?"

"I did it accidentally." Emma Watson lowered her head, her small hand on her injured ankle, her head lowered, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her face, making people unable to see what her expression was.

And in the corners of the entire villa, many mini cameras are peeping at everything here, flashing a touch of light from time to time.

The place connected remotely by the camera is not far away, only in a study room on the second floor. On the large LCD screen, the picture is facing Emma Watsons face, capturing the flash of intention on her face. A handsome man leans comfortably on a European soft sofa chair, stroking his chin with one hand, thinking about the screen, and a thin smile crosses his dark eyes.

Ah, its really interesting.

Cleverly pretending to drink tea and accidentally breaking the tea set, visiting the house and accidentally breaking the vase. It seems that the purpose is to force himself to go down. It seems that if he doesnt go down, she will tear down the whole villa.

Forget it, forget it, just take it as meeting his own fianc茅e!

Step by step, he walked down from upstairs, and his ears were full of the loud scolding of the aunt, which made Chris Hemsworth frown in displeasure, and his dark eyes narrowed: "Oh, Miss Smith is preparing to tear down my villa?"

The mans voice sounded overhead, with a domineering tone, showing his strong nature.

She looked up and saw him leaning lazily on the handrail, looking down at her with a cold expression to the bone, with no emotional touch between his eyebrows and eyes. His dark eyes were bottomless, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Emma Watson only felt the string in her brain suddenly tighten, and she stood up from the ground. Since the man in front of her has seen through her tricks, she has no need to continue playing.

She spoke, with a plea in her tone: "Mr. Rockefeller, for the sake of our engagement, please help my family. My father is in prison, please lend me half a million... I will definitely return it to you."

"Ah." The lazy voice laughed, and Chris Hemsworths lips curled into a disdainful smile, "Arent you acting anymore? I thought you would act until the end."

"Since you have seen through my tricks, why should I continue to play. My purpose is just to lure you out. I hope you can help me for the sake of our engagement." Emma Watson was calm and looked at Chris Hemsworth calmly, but the plea in her eyebrows and eyes did not weaken, but became more intense due to Chris Hemsworths strength.

Chris Hemsworth sneered upstairs, with a sarcastic look in his eyebrows and eyes, and his beautiful eyes narrowed. He lowered his face, his knuckles distinctly fiddling with the exquisite and expensive cufflinks, and his cold words were slowly squeezed out from his thin lips: "Ah, do you still know that you and I are engaged? You are engaged to me, but you have a boyfriend and straddle two boats. Do you think you are worth my help?"

"I..."

Emma Watson was speechless. She had never thought that the other party would refuse her for such an excuse. She thought so much, but she just overlooked this.

Her mind was blank, and Emma Watson murmured, but she didnt say anything.

Chris Hemsworth raised his lips, snorted carelessly, leaned lazily on the handrail, and exuded a lazy taste, which was attractive but unapproachable: "The Smith family is in debt, let alone half a million, even fifty thousand cant be taken out. You broke my vase for a total of thirty million, and I dont want you to compensate. You only need to do one thing now..."

Emma Watson raised her lowered eyebrows and looked at the handsome and indifferent man in front of her.

He slightly raised his eyes, with a rampant meaning, his voice was low, and a word was squeezed out from his thin lips: "Roll."