Chapter 520 - Celebrity

Elsie still hadn't returned tonight. Emily went downstairs. Susan and the butler were still awake. Elsie was Maury's daughter. Even though they hated Elsie so much, they couldn't just watch this child die outside. So, the butler and Susan waited in the living room every night until midnight before turning off the lights and falling asleep.

When Emily went downstairs, the two were sitting at the dining table, waiting quietly.

Seeing Emily come down, Susan asked, "Miss Emily, why do you come down? Are you hungry?"

"No." Emily looked at them. "Why aren't you sleeping?"

The butler and Susan looked a little embarrassed. They were worried that Emily would be upset if she knew they were waiting for Elsie, but they did not want to lie to Emily, so it was awkward.

"Go to sleep. I will wait for her to come back." Emily sat down on the sofa.

Susan and the butler looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Miss Emily, are you angry?" Susan whispered.

Ever since Emily returned to normal, her aura had changed a lot. Susan dared not to treat her as a child as she did before. She treated Emily the same way she treated Maury.

"No, I arranged for her to go out. Don't overthink. I didn't forgive her. But I wouldn't send her to her death for no reason." Emily took a book and read it.

The butler and Susan had once thought that this was the most terrifying thing about Emily. Before they say anything, she already knew what they wanted to say. This was her special ability. However, she looked so young, like a little girl who was ignorant of the world.

Only the butler and Susan knew that this innocent girl had a strong heart.

Elsie came back at 12:30 in the evening. The wind was cold at night. She only wore a long dress. When she entered the house, she rushed into the bathroom on the first floor and vomited twice. When she walked to the living room, she saw a glass of honey water on the dining table.

Her mother liked to drink the honey water in the morning the most.

Her eyes were a little moist. She took a sip. The water was very sweet and carried a trace of warmth. She tilted her head to look at the kitchen and saw a small figure.

It was not Susan.

Elsie's pace was not steady. She took off her high heels and walked barefoot into the kitchen. She saw that Emily was covering the lid of the honey and washing the spoon.

Elsie was the one who prepared the honey water.

For a moment, Elsie had mixed feelings. She felt touched and a little sad.

"What have you got?" Emily heard the movements and looked over.

Elsie took out a few photos from her bag and handed them over. "These are a few important people in their group. I drank with them for a week and only got this." As she spoke, she took out a recording pen from her bag and handed it over. "I didn't edit it. Listen to it."

"OK." Emily went upstairs with the photos and the recording pen.

Elsie stayed quietly in the kitchen for a moment and found peace in her heart. She returned to the living room barefoot, picked up her high heels, and was about to go upstairs when she suddenly noticed a door diagonally ahead.

She gently put down her high heels again and walked towards that door step by step.

Emily did not allow her to get close to that door. Inside the door were the portrait of Maury and the urn of ashes.

Elsie stood at the door for a moment with tears in her eyes. She slowly knelt on the ground and gently kowtowed three times. Then she wiped her tears, returned to the living room to pick up her high heels, and went upstairs.

Emily entered the bedroom. Vincent was still sitting in front of the desk, busy dealing with some documents that were left during the day for her, as well as the reports that the marketing department, advertisement department, planning department, finance department, and other departments had submitted.

Seeing her come over with a recording pen and a few photos, Vincent raised his eyebrows slightly. Emily explained, "I want to find out if there is anything I can do about the people of Jackson's company."

She put the photos on the bed and looked at them. Then she turned on the recording pen. There were all kinds of noises inside, and then there was a man's voice.

At first, Emily did not think that Elsie would do this. When Elsie returned late or simply did not return, Emily realized that Elsie might have used her body to do things outside.

But Emily did not say much. No matter what Elsie's method was, she only wanted to see the result.

The recording pen played the ambiguous voices for more than ten minutes, including the man's flirting words and the woman's panting. After a while, Elsie's voice sounded, "I heard that your company can invite Stephanie. Is it true?"

"What? Do you want her signature?" asked the man.

"Yes, I like her a lot." Elsie smiled.

"I don't think I can get it for you now. I don't know what went wrong. We have settled a project with Stephanie's agent, and we are about to sign the contract. Last month, they suddenly disagreed. Otherwise, let alone her signature, I can even take photos of you and her!"

"What a pity! Do you have any other celebrities that you want to work with recently?" Elsie asked.

"Do you know Dixon Hood? We just signed an endorsement of 1.5 million last week." Then man drank another glass of wine. "It is just the endorsement fees. We still have to give his company some benefits. We have to introduce a few advertisements to a few of their celebrities..."

"What kind of advertisements? They would end up lying on your bed." Someone laughed vulgarly.

"Who did they send to your bed last time?" Another unfamiliar male voice sounded.

"I don't remember. How can I recognize her after she put on clothes?" the man replied with a smile.

"Right!"

They were all laughing.

Emily heard a few keywords. Then she wrote down Dixon Hood's name and found his photos online. She was just about to call Stephanie when she realized that it was already half past one. She quickly looked back at the desk. Vincent was still seriously reading documents with his head down.

She could not help but get out of bed and walk over, gently stroking his back, "Go to sleep."

"You go to sleep first. I'm not finished yet," Vincent said without looking back.

"It's almost two o'clock." Emily leaned on his body and did not move.

Vincent turned around, pulled her into his arms, pulled her to sit on his lap, and kissed her neck, "Then sit with me for a while. We can go to sleep after I finish it."

"Sure."

After he finished reading the last document, it was 1:40 am. Emily was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. Vincent picked her up and placed her on the bed. She held Vincent's hand with her eyes closed.

"Are you leaving?" Her voice was soft.

Vincent laid down again and caressed her face. He kissed her lips. "Just sleep. I should go back."

Emily opened her eyes to look at him and asked in a soft voice "Don't you want it?"

Vincent rubbed her soft and tender lips with his thumb. "Sleep."

"Are you worried that my body is not good enough?" Emily gently lifted the quilt and wanted to take off the pajamas. Halfway through her movement, Vincent wrapped her with the quilt.

"I'm worried that you are too..." His voice was low and soft as he caressed Emily's ear. It was so hot that her entire body was burning hot. When she fell asleep, her mind still echoed with his deep voice.

"I'm afraid that you won't be able to take it."