Hello, Mr. Brent

Emily talked excitedly about the renovation plan with Sebastian. At first, Sebastian thought that it was her house, and since it was so big, she must prepare it for the wedding. Then he heard that it was just a client's house. The client was busy, so he gave her the money and asked her to help him. Hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief and offered help more eagerly.

When they confirmed all details of the design, Sebastian invited Emily to dinner.

Emily declined, "I should treat you instead! When you get the house well furnished, I'll pay you handsomely.”

"You think I do this for money? No. It's my great pleasure to help you. I'll treat you to dinner today, and you have to agree no matter what,” Sebastian said.

Emily thought for a while. Anyway, she was free. So she agreed

The two of them didn't go to any fancy places. Emily chose a food stall. It's been a long time since she ate here last time. Besides, Sebastian was just a designer and an outsider. They two already knew each other well, so she didn't want him to spend too much money.

The two of them were chatting at the food stall while eating kebabs. Sebastian knew Emily when he came to her school as an exchange student for a month. But he didn't expect to see her again after these years.

"Emily, do you have a boyfriend?" Sebastian asked eagerly.

If it had been a few days ago, Emily would have said she didn't have a boyfriend, but she had a husband.

But then she thought that Franklin was probably thinking about how to get a divorce. If he knew that she told others about their marriage, he would definitely be unhappy. So she just chuckled and shook her head without saying a word to avoid the questions.

However, in Sebastian's eyes, her gesture meant no. She was still single. He immediately became happier, and even clinked glasses with her. Emily didn't really want to drink, but Sebastian insisted that she couldn't refuse. She then took a few sips.

The two kept eating and chatting in the food stall. Emily didn't expect that Iris, who was passing by in the car, saw that.

Iris was shocked and quickly told the driver to stop. She took out her phone and took a few pictures before driving away.

She viewed each photo carefully. She was excited.

When she found that Emily and Mr. Brent were married, she was going crazy.

Ever since she was a child, she had been taught by Elena that she had to be better than Emily in everything. She was her parent's favorite child. So she stole Emily's boyfriend and destroyed her marriage.

She succeeded, but she did not expect that Emily, that bitch, immediately hooked up with Franklin, who was much better.

How could she not be angry?

But it didn't matter now. If she sent the photo to Mr. Brent, he would definitely abandon Emily.

She did not believe that Mr. Brent would still want an easy girl to be his wife anymore.

Iris didn't have Franklin's phone number, so she sent the photo to Lucas

She knew Lucas too well. He would immediately send the photo to Franklin.

After doing all these, Iris happily went back to her mother's house. Franklin received a Whatsapp message. He stared at the photo with a frown, looking more and gloomier.

When Emily got home, she found the living room was completely dark. She could not help but frown. Usually, the servants would not go the bed at this time. Even if they all went to sleep, they would at least turn the light in the living room on. How could it be all dark?

She groped for the button. She wanted to turn the light on.

"You're back." Franklin's cold voice came from the sofa.

Emily was startled and quickly fumbled for her phone to turn on the flashlight. In the beam of the flashlight, she saw Franklin sitting on the sofa.

Franklin narrowed his eyes, as Emily's flashlight was too bright.

"Turn off the flashlight,” Franklin yelled.

Emily quickly turned off the flashlight. Soon, the lights in the living room lit up.

Emily looked at Franklin and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you broke?"

Franklin looked really scary, with a gloomy and frightening face. He turned off all the lights, and two buttons of his jacket were unbuttoned. He must have taken a shower. His hair was not waxed and casually rested on his forehead.

This made him look much younger than usual. But because of his bad face, he also looked a little more depressed.

Emily saw this and felt that he somehow looked like the boss of a TV show who went bankrupt.

She thought to herself that the Brents was very wealthy. Could it be that he went bankrupt overnight? Anyway, the business was war without bullets. It changed so fast that something might have really happened to his family.

Franklin wanted to snap at her, but when he heard her words, especially when he saw her concerned expression, he couldn't.

He even laughed and scolded, "You silly woman, what are you thinking all day long? Are you happy if I go bankrupt? Or do you want me to go bankrupt?”

"Of course not. I just think you look bad. I'm just concerned,” Emily explained quickly.

Franklin took a deep breath and suddenly didn't want to discuss the photo with her.

He stood up, walked up to her, pulled her to his side, and smelled her. He immediately frowned and said, "Alcohol? It smells terrible. Did you go to the garbage dump?”

Emily quickly sniffed herself. It was really bad.

It was the smell of wine and barbecue. It was polite for a clean freak like Franklin not to kick her out.

"I'll take a shower right away.” Emily ran as fast as she could.

When Franklin went up, Emily was already taking a bath in the bathroom.

She threw all her clothes into the laundry basket and put them outside, so Franklin would not smell them.

Franklin stood outside the bathroom, staring inside through the glass door.

When Emily came out, she saw Franklin still standing at the door.

Emily asked in surprise, "Why are you still standing here? What's wrong?"

Was it about divorce?

That's right. It had been a few days, and it was time to talk.

But there was nothing to talk about. They had no common property. They just needed to find a time and go to the Marriage registry to get the certificate.

"Done?" Franklin asked.

Emily nodded.

"Come here and let me check,” Franklin waved at her.

It seemed like he was waving at a dog. Emily complained in her heart, but she still walked over obediently. "He's the dog. Only a dog's nose is sensitive.” She teased in her heart.

When she walked up to Franklin, Franklin actually pulled her closer and sniffed her to make sure she wasn't stinky.

"All right! The smell is gone, completely gone." her neck itched because of his breath, and she struggled.

Franklin chuckled and said, "It doesn't smell anymore. It's clean.”

"Then let go of me. I want to sleep.” As Emily had drunk quite a lot, she felt a little dizzy after taking a bath.

But instead of letting her go, Franklin pulled her into his arms and whispered in her ear in a low and hoarse voice, "The smell is gone, but I still have to see if you are clean.”