The night was a bit chilly. Emily stood at the bottom of the hotel, rubbing her arms to keep warm. It was already late at night, and there were hardly any people on the streets. She wanted to look back at the room, but thinking of him, she refrained.
On the balcony, Ethan stood upright, staring at her without blinking. Due to the distance, her figure appeared petite. As the cold wind blew, her body shivered slightly, causing Ethans brows to furrow.
About ten minutes later, a luxurious sedan stopped in front of Emily. A chauffeur-like man approached her and bowed respectfully. With a light smile, Emily apologized, "Im really sorry, Uncle He, for troubling you at this late hour."
He responded politely, "Its my pleasure to pick up Miss Thompson. Miss, please get in the car." As he spoke, he opened the car door.
Nodding at him, Emily was about to step in when she felt his gaze. Turning her head abruptly, their eyes met in the air. Seeing him, surprise flashed through her eyes. Waving at him, Emily shouted, "Goodbye!"
Ethan on the balcony remained still, offering no response. Emily didnt seem too affected; she smiled and got into the car.
Watching the car leave, Ethan turned and walked back into the room. Why was he watching her? He told himself the room was stuffy, and he just needed some fresh air. She just happened to be there.
The car stopped in front of a luxurious villa, and the servants opened the door, waiting respectfully, "Miss, youre back."
Looking around the living room, Emily noticed her father was not there and asked, "Wheres Dad? Has he gone to bed?"
The servant, still bowing, replied respectfully, "Miss, Im not sure. Perhaps Mr. Thompson is busy with something important."
"Oh," Emily responded and went upstairs. Her father, Richard Thompson, the chairman of Thompson Corporation, one of Californias largest overseas Chinese enterprises, was usually quite idle but sometimes had to deal with work matters. Emily naturally understood.
Upon reaching the second floor, as Emily was about to enter her room, a female voice rang out, "Emily, why are you back so late?"
Stopping in her tracks, she turned to face the gorgeous woman, Linda Thompson, her stepmother, and smiled, "Mom, why arent you asleep yet?"
Linda approached Emily, her hand touching her forehead, showing concern, "I cant sleep until youre back. Youre usually not out this late. Emily, is everything alright? Tell your mother what happened."
Shaking her head, Emily replied with a light smile, "Everythings fine. I went to a friends house after the banquet and its taken until now. You should also hurry to rest; its the time for beauty sleep at night."
Nodding, Linda affectionately said, "Thats good. Its late, you should sleep early too. Goodnight." With that, Linda turned and walked towards her room.
Entering her room, Emily collapsed onto the bed. Linda watched Emilys retreating figure, a cold smile playing on her lips.
Lying in bed in a star shape, looking at the room decorated entirely in pink, Emilys mind went blank for a moment. This entire room was decorated by her birth mother when she was still alive. It was filled with pink everywhere, and every corner of the room had cute Barbie dolls.
Turning to one side, playing with the gauze curtain, the events of the night replayed in her mind, constantly reminding her. Her fingers touched her lips, her cheeks flushed. She traced his name on the blanket. "I wonder if Ill see him again," Emily muttered to herself.
Meanwhile, in Ethans room, several men dressed in black appeared. They looked expressionless, staring at him.
The three men knelt on the ground without expression, lowering their heads, and said, "We deserve to die, we failed to protect the boss." Today, because Ethan sent them to investigate some matters, none of them stayed by Ethans side, allowing the assassins to seize the opportunity.
Ethan looked at them with a cold gaze, his face gloomy, and said, "Have you found out?"
One of the men looked up and reported truthfully, "We have found out. The assassins this time were sent by the opponents of the Harrison Group. The purpose is to take advantage of your absence from City A to take action against you. Before coming here, we have already restrained the assassins."
If it was just for this reason, there would be nothing to worry about. If his other identity was leaked, that would be serious. With his hands crossed in front of him, Ethan asked expressionlessly, "How is the investigation going? Is it true?"
The man handed a stack of information to Ethan and simply said, "According to the investigation, it is true. Thompson Enterprises has been conducting money laundering behind the scenes these years. According to the investigation of the national intelligence organization, Thompson Enterprises has stolen hundreds of millions of funds from the country through illegal channels."
Hearing this, Ethan said with disdain, "Greedy. This matter, handle it as usual." Suddenly, as he was flipping through the information, Ethans pupils suddenly widened. Looking at the smiling face in the information, Ethans eyes flashed with surprise, how could it be her!
Noticing Ethans gaze, the man introduced, "That girl is Emily Thompson, the daughter of Richard Thompson, the chairman of Thompson Enterprises. Boss, do you know her?"
Emily Thompson, its really her! From the car that just picked her up, it can be seen that her family is not bad. But he didnt expect that she would be the daughter of his target this time. Closing the information, a touch of emotion appeared in Ethans eyes. But after a long time, it returned to calm. Some things may be like this. The connection between her and him is still complicated. And this is just the aftermath.