I swear on heaven and earth, I didn't do anything wrong. It's not like I actually agreed to go on that blind date with Daniel Taylor. Something came up at the company that day, and I stood him up.
"You couldn't make it to the blind date? Fine. But at least you could have called to let me know. Instead, I ended up getting on the wrong boat—a thief's boat!" Emma Johnson was practically fuming with rage.
That's right!
She was stuck on a thief's boat named Liam Williams, a man she couldn't provoke and couldn't anger. The moment he got mad, he loved using force against her!
Emma was suffering, but she had no way out.
"Wrong boat? Wrong bed? Did you lose your virginity?"
When he said that, the innocent tone in his voice was enough to make Emma spit blood!
Lose it?
She would have lost herself many times over if she hadn't been clever.
What was Liam's favorite thing to do?
Like all vulgar men, he was lecherous! Extremely lustful!
How many times had Emma almost fallen into Liam's clutches? If she hadn't kept her wits about her, she would have been devoured whole.
"Daniel Taylor, thanks to you, I'm married now—married!" Emma spat out the words one by one, her lungs nearly bursting with anger. And there he was, sitting calmly in front of her, his face completely indifferent.
Emma took a sip of coffee, set the cup down heavily, straightened her messy hair, and continued, "But lucky for me, you didn't show up. I wouldn't have looked up to a man like you anyway—arrogant, bad character, a liar. I wouldn't like ten of you put together!"
She listed several adjectives in a row, none of them compliments, all of them insults.
It wasn't just Emma talking nonsense.
Daniel Taylor exuded that disgusting aura from head to toe. Even when he smiled, Emma felt sick.
Even though the girl he met for the first time had belittled him as worthless, Daniel wasn't angry. Instead, he looked at her cheerfully and said, "Married, huh? Well, marriage is a good thing. But Miss Jane—oh, I mean, you're a real young wife now, aren't you? Ha ha... How interesting. What's with that bitter expression on your face? Is your husband too impotent to satisfy you? Or is there domestic violence in your marriage?"
Bah, bah, bah!
She knew that from Daniel's mouth, she wouldn't hear a single good word.
"You have such a vivid imagination. It's a shame you're not a screenwriter. Anyway, what's meant to come will come. I can't avoid it. As for you... take care of yourself. Daniel, since we're both in this situation now, there's no point in saying more. Go find your true love. I'm going home. If there's nothing else, I'll be off. Goodbye!"
"Ah... wait. Here's my business card. If you feel that my breach of promise has caused you any trouble in your life, you can come to me. As long as you ask, I'll make it up to you. You won't lose a cent." Daniel said, slipping the business card into Emma's hand.
He looked at her petite figure triumphantly.
"Tch! You're full of money! People like you, who treat money as if it's your life, will be destroyed by it sooner or later. You'll still be bouncing around then." Emma shot him a hard glare and looked down at the business card. He was the deputy general manager of Oasis Holdings?
It seemed like he was a big shot.
Currently, the largest group companies in the city were Pinnacle Corporation, Summit Group, Dawson Group, and Oasis Holdings.
These four enterprises were the key to driving the city's commercial and tourism development.
If they were to be ranked, Pinnacle Corporation under Liam Williams and Summit Group under William Thompson were the top two.
Dawson Group and Oasis Holdings weren't as famous as Pinnacle, but fortunately, they had the momentum of the waves behind pushing the waves ahead.
Well, so what? Daniel Taylor was such a big shot, but wasn't he still a single dog? Didn't he have to eat and sleep?
That defiant look of his was similar to Liam's.
"Fine! I really can't keep up with you rich kids. Daniel, stay away from me with your stench of money. Goodbye—no, never see you again!"
Emma always sneered at self-righteous men who thought money could solve all problems. Unfortunately, Daniel had walked right into her trap. She couldn't be blamed for being rude.
"Yes, you have the final say. I can't stand women who are so fierce. They say women are made of water. I think you're made of cement. It's better if we never see each other again, okay?"
It could only be said that Daniel had a bad day today.
What made it so bad was the appearance of Emma Johnson.
So, he said goodbye to her from the bottom of his heart.
Goodbye, never see each other again.
When they parted, Emma gave him a big glare and turned away from the cafe with a "hum." There was no more dramatic story.
On her way back, Emma kept thinking about this annoying matter.
How could she have thought that when she met Daniel for the first time, they would almost clash?
How could she have thought that this man was the one who had thrown her into Liam's clutches?
Anyway, now that she knew the truth, her only wish was to never see Daniel Taylor again!
...
The night was as dark as ink.
When Emma came home feeling depressed, she found that the servants were nowhere to be seen. In the living room, only Liam sat quietly on the sofa. Emma could only see his back. She didn't know his mood at that moment, so she said casually, "I'm back. Why are you sitting here alone?"
After waiting for a while, Liam still didn't speak. He sat there motionless.
Emma suddenly felt a bit surprised. Was he having another one of his prideful episodes?
Taking a small step, she moved closer to Liam and took a look...
That expression... Her first thought was, who was so reckless as to annoy this grumpy president?
Emma opened her big eyes wide, swallowed her saliva, and softened her voice a lot. "Liam? Why aren't you talking..."
"Where have you been?" A dark voice rang out, making her shiver.
"I... I was at the company. What's wrong?" Emma hesitated.
At this moment, if she told Liam that she had spent the whole day with her so-called blind date... she thought he would eat her alive.
It was better to tell a white lie than that.